"911," the operator droned in Trent's ear. "What is your emergency?"

"I – I," Trent swallowed harshly, trying to stop his stuttering. "I'm at Dalton Academy, and one of my friends can't breathe!"

"Is there a reason he can't breathe?" the operator asked, immediately sounding more aware and more human.

"We – we don't know. Please! You have to send an ambulance! I think he's getting worse!" Trent stared at Blaine's shuddering form. It was collapsed on the floor, as if Blaine had had no more strength to continue moving forward.

He probably didn't have the energy. Blaine couldn't even breathe. Trent knew, however much he didn't want to realize it, that Blaine was getting worse.

"Sir?" the operator said, though Trent could hardly hear her over the pounding in his heart. "Sir, please, calm down. We're dispatching the ambulance now."

"Thank you!" Trent said.

Sam looked up from where he had been standing, staring at Blaine with dismay alight in his eyes.

"I'll go down to the doors and lead the people up here. I know the way."

"Thank you," Trent said quietly as Sam left the room.

"Sir, please stay on the phone with me," the operator asked. "How old is your friend, and what is his name?"

For a second, Trent froze. For some reason, his mind couldn't connect to his mouth. His mind wanted to answer the questions, but he could only stare in shock.

Why?

Something was different.

Trent could see that with no doubt.

It took him a moment to realize – no, he had known. It took him a minute to recognize what he'd been denying.

Blaine's chest wasn't moving. Kurt had already realized. In fact, he was staring at Blaine with horror.

And suddenly, Trent knew why.

Blaine wasn't breathing.

"Sir?" the operator asked.

"It – he's Blaine. Blaine Anderson. He's eighteen," Trent said, a tremble making his voice nearly indistinguishable. "He's not breathing!"

"Sir," the operator asked, now sounding a bit more urgent. "Does anyone there know CPR?"

"Um," Trent mumbled. "I – I don't. I d – don't think so."

"Can you get anyone that does?" the operator asked. Trent thought for a moment.

Then the answer hit him.

Sebastian.

They needed Sebastian.

He had learned in that fancy French school of his.

"Yes," Trent breathed. Then he was out of the door, still clenching the phone to his ear. His hand was slick with sweat, but his hold on the phone was too tight to be broken.

"Sebastian!" Trent yelled. Luckily, Sebastian was staying in Hunter's room. It was only just down the hall from Blaine's room.

Trent pounded on their door. He heard a muffled curse from within, and then Sebastian pulled the door open.

"What?" he snapped. "Is it not enough for me to be kicked out of my room, and you have to bother me even more?" Trent froze. Normally, he would have just rolled his eyes and ignored the comment, but he hadn't even thought of what he was going to tell Sebastian.

No matter how he acted, Trent knew that he cared for Blaine.

A lot.

And Blaine also cared for him.

"Sebastian," he blabbered. "Blaine – he – he collapsed… He's not breathing!"

"What?" Sebastian snapped, almost immediately pushing past Trent and racing by.

"Blaine!" he yelled, almost throwing himself into Blaine's room.

Trent ducked in behind him just in time to see him throw Kurt to the side and bend over Blaine.

Thank God he wasn't so shocked he froze, Trent thought. Sebastian was already pressing on Blaine's chest.

Trent realized he had the phone by his ear still. Looking at it, he realized that the call was still on.

"Sir?" the operator said. "The ambulance will arrive in a moment. Where in the school are you located?"

"Someone's by the doors. He can lead you up here," Trent said, relieved. He hung up the phone.

Trent looked back at Sebastian. He was still pounding on Blaine's chest, forcing it up and down.

Blaine wasn't doing it by himself.

It had been around two minutes of him not breathing.

"Please, Blaine! C'mon!" Sebastian muttered, seeming to push even harder. He paused for a few seconds, and then leaned down, pressing his lips to Blaine's and breathing deeply. Trent could see Blaine's chest rise and fall from the air forced into it.

"Please, Blaine!" Sebastian repeated as he paused. Then he resumed his pounding on Blaine's chest.

Blaine's eyes were shut. Trent had known that, but he hadn't really looked at it before.

Before, they had been screwed tightly shut against the pain.

Now, they were still closed, but they weren't tightly shut anymore.

Instead, it almost appeared as if Blaine was sleeping, but it was much more sinister than that.

Trent noticed tears falling onto Blaine's uniform. Sebastian was crying.

He raised a hand to his cheek and noticed that he was as well.

Sebastian was pounding even more desperately now.

Pound.

Pause.

Pound.

Pause.

But nothing was happening.

Suddenly, there was a loud snap.

"Dammit, Blaine!" Sebastian yelled, letting out a sob. His hands faltered, but he still leaned down and breathed into Blaine's mouth.

Trent could see that one of Blaine's ribs was poking out unnaturally. Sebastian had been pushing so hard that it had broken.

Kurt saw it, too, and a bit of unneeded, raw anger filled his eyes.

"Don't hurt him!" he shouted. Sebastian ignored him. Trent was glad. A fight was the last thing they needed now. Blaine was already fighting for his life…

"Hurry! Please hurry!" a voice called from the hallway, sharp and panicked. At first, Trent thought it was Sam, but the voice was higher.

"Mr. Sterling," an annoyed voice said. "I'm sure that there is nothing this important that we need to run through the hallways."

"Blaine's – there's something wrong!" Jeff protested, now almost directly outside the room.

"You cannot give me any symptoms or anything of that sort. If there was something really wrong-"

"Please, Ms. Black!" Trent said, knowing the voice was the school nurse. She was nice, but she was also very no nonsense. And, unfortunately, she had decided long ago that Jeff was nonsense. He motioned her into the room.

Seeing another student worried made her hurry a bit more, and she gasped in shock and fear when she saw Blaine.

"Out of my way!" she demanded, kneeling beside him and starting to do that exact same thing Sebastian had been doing.

…With the exact same results.

"You," she said, flicking her eyes towards Sebastian. "Did you get a pulse on him?" Sebastian shook his head, still crying and looking terribly helpless without anything to do.

He knelt down immediately and grabbed Blaine's wrist. Trent could see him watching the clock above Blaine's bed.

"His heart's beating… weakly, but it is beating."

"Not for long if he isn't breathing," the nurse muttered grimly, but everyone still heard her.

"We called the ambulance," Trent said. "They should be here any second." His voice sounded too loud for the room.

It was dead silent other than the rhythmic pounding on Blaine's chest.

It had been four minutes.

Almost immediately after he said that, Sam rushed in the room, followed by two men and a stretcher.

Ms. Black stood to the side, and they rushed Blaine out of the room, into the ambulance, towards the hospital…

And hopefully towards recovery.

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Okay, I know this is late… However, I am still very unhappy with it.

It seems like a jumbled mess, but I cannot delay updating any longer.

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Thanks to all my old reviewers!

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