Keith-- [The relief on his face is painfully clear-- he looks utterly wrecked as he draws away from Keith to give him space as he coughs, coming back down again to wipe at his face, cleaning up his chin from all the sudden water from his lungs. His touch is unbearably gentle, his hand still shaking, his expression utterly gutted as he looks at him.]
Keith, I'm here. [One hand stays on his chest for a moment, seeking the comfort of feeling it rise and fall on its own, and his voice is shaky with relief, with that over whelming fear. He's okay, he's okay, he keeps telling himself-- he'll make sure he's okay.]