Lucian pressed down on the young boy's chest, cracking his ribs.
Need to restart his heart.
The sound was sickening, but he didn't stop. It needed to be done.
"Stay with me," he muttered, voice shaking.
He leaned down, sealed his mouth over the child's, and pushed out a breath of life.
The chest rose, then fell limp again.
Lucian wiped the sweat from his brow, blood and ash smearing across his forehead.
Around him, the battle was still raging, shouts, gunfire, screams, but right now, it was just him and this boy.
That was all that mattered.
Lucian had to do his job. He was no killer. Not like the other miners had become. He didn't judge them for it. He'd been saved on multiple occasions by Kael and Ronin and Elysia murdering Officials in cold blood.
But he was a healer. There was no life he wouldn't hesitate to save.
Come on.
One-two-three, he pushed again, rhythm strict, pressure fierce.
One-two-three, breathe.
The boy's lips were turning blue.
