[ it actually helps to have cain limp in his arms. mostly. the other little part of it makes swimming more difficult to manage, but nikolai does manage, as he always has and always will. even if the shoreline is just a blur right now. it's a blur he races to, because cain isn't responding and nikolai can't stop to tell if he's breathing.
by the time he wades to shore and throws him unceremoniously to the hard sand, he knows without a doubt he's not. he wastes no time in pressing his mouth to cain's, exhaling sharp breaths, then pulling back to doggedly pump his chest. ]
Come on. [ nikolai mutters under his breath, counting his compressions in his head. he returns his mouth to cain's to fill his lungs with warm air, gently tilting his chin up, his lips salty and metallic from the creature's blood. ] Come back to me.
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by the time he wades to shore and throws him unceremoniously to the hard sand, he knows without a doubt he's not. he wastes no time in pressing his mouth to cain's, exhaling sharp breaths, then pulling back to doggedly pump his chest. ]
Come on. [ nikolai mutters under his breath, counting his compressions in his head. he returns his mouth to cain's to fill his lungs with warm air, gently tilting his chin up, his lips salty and metallic from the creature's blood. ] Come back to me.