.swayla.stranded.

.FOUR 🏝.

??? P.O.V

"He's not breathing."

Well that's just great.

I just brought some random kid from a plane crash, through a storm and brought him to safety with a bunch of random guys just to find out he's dead.

Perfect.

"But he's got a pulse." The first dude said.

"Oh." I said rather shocked. I didn't think of that. "Well how do we save him?"

"Anyone been taught CPR before?" The guy who helped me and the first guy with the plane said.

"No." I said, rather wishing I had.

"Actually yes." The first guy said. I sighed in relief, this guy was smart.

"Do you know him?" He said to me.

"No I just found him floating-" I replied.

"-well that's going to make this a little less awkward." He said and I frowned.

"Wha-"

"Sit next to his head and do exactly as I say." He instructed and I did as he said. The guy then put his hands together on the unconscious boys chest and started pressing up and down. He did this for a bit while I watched and then stopped.

"Tilt his head up with your finger, pinch his nose with your other hand and then blow into his mouth. Then repeat." I widened my eyes a little but reminded myself it was to save this guy.

I leaned down and did exactly as he said. His lips were cold and I had to tell myself I was trying to save him to stop myself thinking he was cute because after all I could be basically kissing a dead guy. After I sat up again feeling a little awkward and the guy started to press up and down on the other boys chest. He sat back again and gestured for me to repeat what I had done before.

I did it but nothing happened. We repeated this one more time and on the fourth time whilst the guy was frustratedly compressing the boys chest the boy behind me who I had not payed very much attention to sighed.

"Griffin.." he said. So that's this guys name, Griffin. "Griffin..." the boy tried again but griffin shook his head sharply.

"Be quiet Anthony he's gonna make it." He snapped. I could see the desperation in his eyes and his words to save him. "Do it again." He said while sitting back. I gave him an uncertain look and then leaned down.

This time however, on the second breath the guy sat up sharply almost knocking our heads together. He coughed up a bunch of water and breathed in deeply while we all watched with shocked expressions except Griffin who was smiling slightly in triumph.

The boy continued to cough and then he fell back again this time with one arm thrown over his face, breathing deeply.

"Well what do you know... he's alive." The boy behind me, Anthony, muttered.

The boy groaned lowly and then pulled his arm away to look at us. He frowned and then sat up again, looking around.

"Two questions." He said before coughing again to clear his throat.

"Go on." Griffin said while the rest of us just sat quietly.

"Who are you, what happened and why are we on a fucking beach?" He said staring at us all.

"That's three." The guy without a life jacket said. The boy just glared at him and then looked at the rest of us for answers.

"Well." Griffin sighed. "Not sure if you remember but we all got into a plane crash and seemed to have all made it here somehow." At that the boy seemed to have some sort of realisation because his eyes widened and he opened his mouth.