*rather wishes he'd asked Salgant to grab a paper bag and his lips are now moving against your ear* Shh, my love. My love, I'll help you breathe. *puts his hand on your belly, over your diaphragm* *presses a tiny kiss to the skin in front of your ear*
*murmuring* Okay, my darling. Breathe with me now. Deep breath in, can you do that? Like a breathing excercise for singing. I know, those were always wasted on me, but breathe in, in, all the way. Hold it, sweetheart. Now breathe out slowly. Purse your lips, darling, like a kiss, breathe out. *keeps repeating this to you, over and over, his hand rising and falling on your abdomen with your every breath as he encourages you to breathe slower, deeper*
*glides his hand around to the back of your head and encounters a tiny bit of blood and his heart flutters suddenly with fear but you are not bleeding much* Breathe, my love. You're a singer, you can do this.