The Longest Night. RP with chloeas
Oliver sat still and silent beside her bedside.
She'd told him she'd be okay, to take her back to the Watchtower, and let her sleep, and that's what he'd done. And as soon as he'd lain her down, he'd pressed his fingers to her throat and realized, much to his horror, that she had no pulse. He'd tried for a half-hour to revive her with CPR, and his fingers had itched to call 911.
But he knew that if he'd been unable to revive her in that time, there was no point.
He simply sat there, tears in his eyes, her hand cradled in his, holding her hand against his cheek.
She was gone.
Nothing else mattered.
She'd told him she'd be okay, to take her back to the Watchtower, and let her sleep, and that's what he'd done. And as soon as he'd lain her down, he'd pressed his fingers to her throat and realized, much to his horror, that she had no pulse. He'd tried for a half-hour to revive her with CPR, and his fingers had itched to call 911.
But he knew that if he'd been unable to revive her in that time, there was no point.
He simply sat there, tears in his eyes, her hand cradled in his, holding her hand against his cheek.
She was gone.
Nothing else mattered.