Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Breathe.

He felt as if he'd been doing this for hours but it'd only been a few precious minutes.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Pump. Breathe.

He wiped the sweat from his brow on his sleeve as he began another set of compressions, his arms aching.

Pump. "Come." Pump. "On." Pump. "Breathe." Pump. "Breathe!" Pump.

He drew in a shaky breath as he bent to expel it into his partner but stopped.

Did his chest move? Yes!

He instinctively felt for a carotid and smiled. His partner was alive. No one would die today. Not today.