Olivia
Laying Nathan gently on the cold asphalt, the beam of the moonlight above painted him in a ghostly blue pallor. The weight of our dire situation settled over me like a suffocating fog, and for a fleeting second, the entire world was reduced to the rhythmic rise and fall of Nathan’s chest.
Or rather, the lack of it.
“Nathan?” My voice trembled, barely above a whisper. I lowered my ear to his chest, desperately seeking the comforting thud of his heartbeat.
Silence greeted me. The chilling stillness of his chest and the ominous quiet threatened to drown out every rational thought.
My heart lurched, and a sharp, cold panic seized me.
Memories of emergency procedures I had learned long ago during my training flashed through my mind. Laying my hands on his chest,
