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==DAVE: Investigate the Body

Dave's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it ringing in his ears. The body was thrown down the steep hill like it was a sack of trash. He could barely see it from where it laid.

"Hey?" He called, hearing his voice shake. Good thing no one could hear him. This would be embarrassing. He leaned over the hill, "You alive down there?" - No answer. Duh. It was a corpse…

Dave swallowed hard and began climbing down the hill, the hoody and backpack forgotten at the top. His entire body was shaking. As he got closer, he could see the blood trailing down the hill. He held his breathe as he reached the bottom, walking around the body until he was staring it in the face. Dave's heart was racing.

The body was that of a kid, either the same age, or slightly younger then Dave. His features were soft, untouched by puberty yet. His black hair was a tangled mess, and his eyes were closed.

"Hey. Hey kid… are you alive?" Dave's voice was unsteady. He swallowed hard and knelt down in front of the body, "Shit man…fuck."

What was he going to do? Call 911? Yes… he should. But that would mean the emergency crews were going to be here… and oh my god did the kid's fingers just twitch?

Dave's breathe caught in his throat. Yes, he wasn't imagining it. The kid's fingers had just curled into a loose ball. Oh fuck… was he still alive? Numbly, Dave leaned over and pressed his face to the kid's chest.

A faint thumping could he heart… faint and far apart, but still there.

OH SHIT HE WAS STILL ALIVE!

Dave panicked and fell backwards away from the not-a-corpse. What did he do? He chewed his bottom lip and fumbled through his pockets. Where was his phone? Shit, didn't he have a phone on him? Where did he drop it? Dave counted to three, telling himself to breathe. He looked at the boy, and then scrambled back up the hill to where the hoody and backpack still rested. He dumped the backpack on the ground, several notebooks fell out, as well as an agenda from Washington Middle School? What the fuck was a kid from Washington doing here in Texas? Fuck it, it wasn't his concern. Didn't this kid have a phone or anything? A Nintendo 3DS fell from the backpack, along with a stylus and a couple of games, a sticker of that damn slime ghost covering the logo. Well, that ruled out a robbery gone bad. Wouldn't a thief take off with a newer system like that? Dave ignored it and rummaged through the empty sack. No fucking phone.

He dropped the empty bag into the dirt and ran over to the hoody. Thankfully, a blue phone fell out of one of the pockets, and Dave snatched it up with a sigh of relief. He started dialing 9-1-1 and scrambled back down the hill, still clenching the hoody tightly, ignoring all the twigs and undergrowth that picked at his barefoot.

"Hello, 911 dispatcher, what is your emergency?"

"Fuck." Dave said without thinking, "I thought I found a body, but it isn't a body, the kid is still alive!"

"You thought you found a body?" A female voice came out from the other side, peaked with curiosity,

"Aren't you fucking listening? He's alive. What the fuck do I do?" Dave reached the bottom of the hill and crouched down next to the boy.

"Is he still breathing?" She asked,

"I- I don't know? He's not moving." Dave replied.

"What is your name?" She asked,

Dave hesitated. Fuck. If he gave her his name, that would mean they would find him. Fear erupted through him as he thought of the Police taking him away, before he realized that he had nothing to return to anymore anyway.

"Hello?" She asked,

He sucked in a deep breathe and replied, "Its Dave."

"Ok Dave," She responded, apparently ok with the answer, "I need you to put your ear up to his face - we need to know if he is exhaling anything."

Dave thought about putting his face close to another boy's face, and could almost feel his face contort. Slowly, he lowered his head until his cheek was right above the boy's mouth, and listened. Nothing. There was no sound from him, nor the feeling of air moving against his skin.

Dave pulled back and pressed the phone back to his ear, "No. He's not breathing."

"Ok, you need to keep calm, and do exactly what I tell you." her voice was calm, which felt so weird with the way Dave was feeling. Dave felt like if he had any shit in him, it would be flipping. She continued, "You are going to have to perform CPR."

"C-P what?" Dave snapped,

"Yes." She repeated, "Ok, Dave, you need to do exactly what I say, ok?"

Dave nodded, forgetting she could not see him through the phone.

"Dave," She said calmly, "We need to make sure his airway is open. Lift up his chin, while tilting back his forehead. Ok? Next, you need to pinch his nose, and breathe some air into his lungs. Take a normal breathe, and then do two quick breathes into his mouth."

"You want me to kiss him?" Dave's heart was pounding erratically against his chest. Fuck! No way was he kissing this bloody not-dead-kid at his feet.

"Its not kissing." She promised, "Dave, this could save his life. After giving the two breathes, if he is still not breathing, you need to do chest compressions. Put both your hands in the center of his chest, and press hard and fast for thirty times."

Dave nodded. He put the phone in the dirt and took a deep breath. He looked down at the kid's pale, bluish lips and felt a shiver go down his spine. Fuck… he never thought in a million years he'd ever kiss a guy…

Fuck it.

He dove in, following the woman's orders. He squeezed his eyes shut as his lips connected sideways with the boy's, and he breathed out into his mouth. After two breathes and there was no response, he moved and started the chest compressions - even repeating the process twice before picking up the phone.

"There is no response! Fuck! He's turning blue, what do I do?" Dave was shaking so badly, he could barely hold the phone.

"Emergency vehicles are on their way. What is your location?"

"I'm in the ravine between Alternia Street, and Hivebent Avenue." Dave said, "We're just down a hill off to the side."

"They will be there shortly, can you stay with the body?"

Can you stay with the body… fuck, she sounded like she expected him to die. Angrily, Dave hung up the phone. No! Fuck that! There had been too many times in the last couple of days where he screwed up. He was not going to screw up again. He was NOT going to let this Washington kid die. He dove in again, breathing hard into the kids mouth, ignoring the fact that he was mixing saliva with a boy. He repeated the chest compressions.

"Fuck!" Dave cried. Wait? When did he start crying. This was so uncool…Luckily no one was around to see him. "Don't you fucking die on me! Don't you dare!" He bent down and started to breathe into his mouth again. PLEASE! He screamed in his head as he breathed again into the kid's mouth, and this time, something startled him.

The kid coughed into his mouth. Dave jumped back. He wiped his lips that were now covered in saliva and looked down. The kid was coughing and gasping for air. Dave felt his heart jump and a smile unironically spread across his face as he saw the kid start to open his eyes.

Dave was still leaning over the kid, and as soon as the boy's bright blue eyes opened, and connected with Dave's, the kid did something he was never expecting. The kid started crying.

Panic soured through his mind as he saw the kid start tearing up, and sobs started to mix with his coughing. The smile on Dave's face disappeared.

"Shit kid!" Dave gasped, draping the hoody over the sobbing boy, "You're ok. Stop crying!"

But he didn't, his sobs just kept getting mixed with his coughing, and tears streamed down his face. He did not move, his arm was clinging to Dave's as if Dave was the only lifeline the kid had left.

Whelp. This kid just hit a soft spot. He can't deny that. No one in your entire life had ever done that. His bright blue eyes were locked on Dave as if they needed him, as if…if he disappeared he would fade away again. He looked terrified…

No one had ever looked at him like that.

A small smile spread across Dave's lips again. After all the mistakes he had just made, he did one thing right. He saved this kids life. Out of everything fucked up in Dave's life… he managed to do something good.

The sound of sirens filled the air. Shit! Dave pulled the kid off of him and stood up. He completely forgot about the emergency crews on their way! What should he do? Should he stay? Should he run? They sounded close. Once again, Dave panicked. He looked down at the boy, still mostly hidden under his hoody, still looking up at him with lost, puppy-dog-like eyes.

"Sorry." Dave murmured, before turning and bolting away - through the trees as fast as he could run. Knowing his luck, the police would only blame him for whatever happened to the kid anyway. That was the last thing he needed…

He kept running, afraid to look back as he whipped through the trees. After what felt like forever, he finally slowed down. The trees were getting thicker, more spread apart, and the sound of the city around them was gone. He stopped and collapsed, leaning against a tree, and curled up against it, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.

He could almost hear Terezi's voice in his head…

Now What?

== CORPSE: Revive

I hope I got the process of CPR right? I don't know… I hope so… now please excuse me while I pass out here in my cereal D: I've been in a weird mood the last few days, and its probably evident in my writing. Two of my friends are currently fighting depression, and heavily relying on me to get through it, even though I just recovered from a concussion, and my gf is acting...idk, weird? Distant even. I'll try to snap out of it by the next update D: