Attempt number one: confusion.
Fumi bent down and started shaking him gently.
“Wake up. Wake up. This is not a hotel.”
Still nothing.
She squinted.
“Maybe he is sleeping.”
She leaned close to his face.
“Sir, if you are pretending, it is not funny.”
Silence.
She inhaled deeply.
“Okay. Plan B.”
She placed both hands on his stomach.
Paused.
“Or is it chest?”
She shifted her hands awkwardly.
“I should have paid attention when that woman was explaining this thing.”
Attempt number two: pure chaos.
She pressed down suddenly.
Nothing happened.
She pressed again, harder.
“Come on, bring back the water.”
She leaned closer, listening.
“I think he is still alive.”
Then she frowned.
“Or maybe that is my own heartbeat.”
She sat back.
“Fumi, you are not serious.”
Attempt number three: dramatic rescue mode.
She took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders.
“All right. It is time.”
She positioned herself properly, placed her hands on his chest, and began pressing rhythmically.
“One, two, three—do not die.
One, two, three—do not stress me.”
She paused.
“This thing is tiring.”
She wiped sweat from her forehead.
“Rich people should not be falling into water anyhow. Look at me now.”
She leaned closer again.
“They said something about mouth…”
She froze.
“Ah.”
She looked around.
No witnesses.
She looked back at him.
“You had better wake up after this, oh.”
She pinched his nose and leaned in, blowing air into his mouth. Then she immediately pulled back, wiping her lips dramatically.
“Ah! I have used my destiny mouth.”
She pressed his chest again.
“Wake up. This is premium rescue.”
Suddenly, Henry coughed violently. Water burst out of his mouth.
Fumi screamed and fell backward.
“He is back!”
She crawled away slightly.
“Do not attack me, oh. I saved you.”
Henry continued coughing, gasping for air, his body slowly coming back to life. His eyes fluttered open—blurred vision, sunlight, and then her, standing there wide-eyed, breathing heavily, looking like both a hero and a problem.
Henry blinked slowly.
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