Helena's hand recoiled at the sudden gasp, her hand shaking at the damage her inquiry into his wounds may have caused. The harsh sounds he made caused the swell of panic to return and it was only with his direction that she grabbed his belt off a nearby chair and set it on his chest. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and directed them to where the belt rested.
Of course it was a mask. It had to be, but in the rush to find aid, she had not thought to inquire as to how to remove it. It wasn't important at the time and now he was suffocating. Stupid, Helena. Keep your composure! Her hands slid up his wrist to rest over his own. "Tell me what to do."