•The Curse•

ch. 26

No one's POV

As the horse races forward, they start feeling the effects of the harsh terrain. The air is dry and hot, and they can feel sweat starting to bead on their foreheads. With no water in their supplies, the heat wave only makes things worse.

Craig wipes the sweat off his brow with his free hand, trying to stay focused on Tweek's condition.

Craig looks ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization. The landscape seems endless, but he tries to stay hopeful.

Craig: "Come on... We have to find a town soon. Tweek can't go much longer without water."

Molly: "Then help him!"

Craig glances over at Molly, then back at Tweek.

Craig: "How? I don't exactly have a magic water supply in my pockets, you know."

Molly: "Like blow some air on his face? Cpr or stuff!"

Craig raises an eyebrow, surprised by Molly's suggestion.

Craig: "You want me to perform CPR on him? While we're moving this fast and bouncing around?"

Molly: "JUST HURRY!"

Craig takes a deep breath, trying to ignore his doubts.

Craig: "Okay, okay, I'll do it. But this better work, or we're in big trouble here."

Craig leans forward, trying to balance himself and Tweek in the chaotic motion of the galloping horse. He tilts Tweek's head back gently and pinches his nose, preparing to give rescue breaths.

He takes another deep breath and seals his mouth over Tweek's, delivering several blows of air into Tweek's lungs, trying to keep a steady rhythm despite the bumps and jolts of the horse's stride.

As he continues administering the rescue breaths, Craig hopes for some response from Tweek. The dry air and the bouncing motion make the task even more difficult, but he pushes through, determined to bring his friend back to consciousness.

Craig pauses for a moment, waiting for any sign of improvement in Tweek's condition. He looks at Tweek's face intently, searching for any hint of movement or awareness.

But Tweek remains unresponsive, his head lulling to the side with the rocking of the horse. Craig's heart sinks as the realization sets in that they've not yet succeeded.

Craig takes another deep breath and starts administering another round of rescue breaths, his arms aching from the effort. He keeps his focus solely on Tweek, determined to bring him back, despite the challenging circumstances.

Each breath pushes Tweek's chest up and down, a desperate attempt to restart his breathing and heart rate. The horse's gallop continues, adding an element of chaos to the already precarious situation.

Craig is so focused on administering the rescue breaths that he doesn't notice the impending collision with the rock until it's too late. As the carriage wheel hits the obstacle, the whole contraption jerks violently, and Craig's lips unexpectedly come into contact with Tweek's mid-breath.

Startled, Craig pulls back slightly, his eyes wide with surprise. His cheeks flush a light shade of pink, partially due to the intense situation they're in and partially due to the unexpectedly intimate moment they just shared.

He takes a moment to regain his composure, his mind quickly switching back to the priority at hand. He looks down at Tweek, hoping beyond hope that his lips accidentally landing on Tweek's would spark some kind of recovery.

Craig, still trying to maintain his focus, shoots a quick glare at Molly, silently signaling her to not comment on it. He then refocuses his attention on tweek, and he then opens his eyes a bit.