Never Close Your Eyes

DTM 🐊 : C. 18

|| Chapter Eighteen ||

He knew what must be done in order for her to be rehabilitated back to this world, but he didn't know if he had her consent. Unconscious as she may be, he didn't know how she felt about something so intimate if she were to wake up mid-mouth-to-mouth.

'Jesus Christ, she's dying!' He quickly reminded him that all consent forms were practically signed since he knew she wanted to live through a zombie jam.

His index and thumb came together to pinch the nostrils of her nose, coming to the terms he was just going to have to risk making her feel uncomfortable.

"What are you waiting for? Do it!" Skeezy encouraged, knowing the blame would be out onto only him if Warren found only 10K with them.

Sketchy , on the other hand, was just half excited to see the kid get some kind of action. The other part of him was like Skeezy, though; he knew his ass would be grass if he came back with only one of the two kids.

Shaking away any regret or challenging thoughts, 10K leaned further down and pressed his lips to (Y/N)'s mouth while his other hand grabbed her jaw to open her mouth.

He felt the sand from the bay she and Skeezy had came from rub against his own lips, but other than that, her skin felt soft for the apocalypse.

He felt his face heat up in embarrassment at the thoughts that jogged through his head as if this was consciously consensual in the slightest.

He hoped to God she didn't wake up during this time and punch him in his throat harder than she had punched Mack's nose.

He gave two breaths of oxygen before going back to chest compressions quickly.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Wake up!" He barked the order after two more compressions and no sign of life.

Hope kept leaning him down to her face, bringing air into her lungs like a air pump bringing life to a deflated balloon. He'd switch back and forth, hands to the middle of her chest.

"Kid.." Sketchy learned sooner that the chances of (Y/N) waking up was pretty high, but she wouldn't be 10K's (Y/N).

She'd be a cannibal themed (Y/N) that was just as blood thirsty as locked up vampire. 10K's heart broke off little pieces of itself each time he brought pressure to her chest, begging her body to revive her.

He knew he needed to break her ribs to get to her heart, but that was the last resort he wanted to do. At the moment, it was becoming more and more appealing.

"She's fine!" He shouted to them in a daze, pressing harder than before when he felt her line was thinning out.

He couldn't lose her. He couldn't say goodbye after just burying his best friend. He wasn't ready to depart with another soul under his belt.

Just when his hopes began to drain from every compression he pressed and every breath of oxygen he gave to her, he felt the compulsion coming from her lungs before it was brought out into her mouth.

Her cough began to be water filled as all the muddy liquid began to wet her chest and drop onto 10K's laced fingers.

He felt relief wash over his body, not caring that digested water had just came back onto his hands. He quickly helped her sit up to make sure every bit of the water was released, patting her wet back in a soothing manner.

With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck to ensure she doesn't fall down, his eyes hastily searched her's for any signs of pain or panic.

"You're okay." He breathed heavily from all the adrenaline he had coursing through him like energy.