Though chest compressions usually keep people alive, Riza was sure that she was pumping more blood out of Roy than through him. Breaths were no better; would the metallic tang of blood –not even her own- ever fade?
"C'mon… Stay with me," she muttered desperately, pausing once again to dry her eyes.
No sooner had she pulled away from the next set of breaths than Roy began to cough up everything from his throat and lungs.
The only energy Riza had left by the time he was done and she was done emptying her own stomach was to roll him over to breathe more easily. She collapsed, letting the hand of her injured arm fall on his, finding his pulse. It was slow, but there. With each slight bump, Riza whispered, "Stay with me."
It seemed so childish to believe that it did anything, but that did not matter. Each beat meant that he clung to life a little longer, and that mattered.
Staying mattered.
A/N: Actually, if Roy's coughing stuff up, it most likely means that he was given too much air. Panicked people do breathe harder, though, and who wouldn't be panicking? Hell, CPR's probably not the best thing out there since he's bleeding so much (he's lying in a small lake of it when she collapses on him), but if you're going to try to keep someone alive, you're going to do what it takes.