This choice: He suddenly spots a limb poking out from a pile of rubble • Go Back...Chapter #5He suddenly spots a limb poking out from a pile... by: Cantstopgrowing   A surge of adrenalin flowed through Tyler as he spotted what looked to be a white foot paw sticking out from underneath a pie of loose wood and broken plaster sheets. Tyler coughed through the thick dust as he crawled towards the foot, and began digging it out of the lose debris.
It soon became apparent that whoever owned the foot was either dead or unconscious. It remained limp and unresponsive as Tyler went through the gruelling cycle of trying to pull the person free, before removing some more debris, to trying to pull them free again. Minutes felt like hours and the purple drake frantically worked through the hazy darkness. He was not strong or fit, but that all seemed irrelevant now. His fatigue went unnoticed as his heart pounded harder than it ever had. There was only one aim, one goal to achieve.
Eventually Tyler’s efforts yielded results, as the body loosened itself under whatever was pinning it down, allowing Tyler to pull the body out from under the remaining rubble.
It was a rabbit. A very small male rabbit wearing dusty boxers and a loose, slightly bloodied tank top. A kid? Tyler asked himself as he picked the body up. No, not a kid. Just a very short rabbit, a good few inches shorter than himself, and light enough for Tyler to lay over his shoulder as he hurriedly carried him out to safety.
He lay the dusty white rabbit down on the sidewalk once he had reached it. He channelled all his first aid training he was taught in high school gym class all those years ago. Check his breathing. The rabbit wasn’t breathing. Hold his wrist like this to check a pulse… Tyler moved his hand into several positions. Shit, he couldn’t feel a pulse.
“OK, shit, ok…” Tyler tried to calm himself down. He could do this, he had to do this. he just had to focus and remember what to do next. The rabbit was still warm, so that must have been a good sign. But who knew how long the rabbit was out for? It felt like Tyler was digging him out for ages. If he wasn’t breathing all that time…
Focus. What was he meant to do first? Mouth to mouth or chest compressions? He stood paralysed for a precious moment as he tried to remember. “Fuck it!” he shouted to himself. Just do one, then the other.
He went through three cycles of chest compressions and mouth to mouth before the rabbit spluttered weakly back to life.
“Oh thank God…” Tyler gasped as the rabbit animated in his hands. Was he conscious? His eyes stayed closed as he coughed in spasms. The dust couldn’t have been helping, but Tyler had no way of controlling that.
“Hey” he said to the rabbit as he slapped him gently on the side of the face. “Hey, are you awake man?” he asked. The rabbit fluttered his eyes open, but it took a moment before he focused on anything. Tyler smiled as he looked at him. “uh, hey man…” the purple drake said, giving him an awkward little wave. “Uhm… How are you feeling?”
The rabbit panted heavily as he desperately sucked in air. Tyler suddenly realised he was doing the same. He was absolutely exhausted, only now becoming aware that his dry mouth felt full of dirt. The rabbit tried to speak but only groaned.
“It’s ok dude, you’re goanna be alright now, just take your time” Tyler reassured the rabbit, shaking with relief and elation. A realisation settled in on him. Hey, he just saved this guy’s life. He was a hero. They would probably give him a medal. This was probably goanna be a big deal.
The rabbit took a moment longer to recover, his breath settling as his own daze cleared.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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