westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2007-10-01 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, fic: pg, resurrection fest |
Drabble: Breath (PG)
Title: Two Breaths to Thirty Compressions
Author: Cedar
Challenge: Res fest drabbles, prompt: Breath
Word count: 200 (it’s a double)
Rated: PG
A/N: Written in honor of my 8-hour CPR and first aid re-certification last week.
Yes, I know, some explanation of Remus’s survival is needed…too much for one drabble though, even a double. *g*
He woke to the disconcerting feeling of hot breath filling him, someone’s mouth clamped over his. His nose was squeezed shut, his chest ached, and something was being pressed hard against his neck.
Severus twisted and groaned, pushing at the body leaning over him.
“Get off of me,” he growled, coughing violently.
“Oh, thank god,” said a familiar, breathy voice.
Remus.
Severus cracked open his eyes.
“You’re alive,” Remus said, and broke down into sobs, collapsing onto Severus, still holding the compress to his neck.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” Severus’s hand rested on Remus’s back.
“It’s a Muggle trick, called CPR,” Remus murmured. “I was breathing for you. I took a class once.”
“It felt bloody bizarre.”
Remus let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “But it worked,” he said, turning his head, resting lightly on Severus’s sore chest. Their eyes met.
“You breathed for me?”
“Yes, and pumped your heart. After the bezoar.”
Severus was quiet, attention drawn to his heartbeats, his breaths.
“One might consider your efforts romantic.”
“One might, but not you, surely.”
“Of course not.” His fingers closed on Remus’s, and they lay together in silence, just breathing.