Elle stared around the room in horror. She couldn't stand to look at the bed, to look at X's body. Suddenly, she noticed several sheets of paper that had aparently been thrown out of the bad during her search for the communicator. She slowly reached out and picked the papers up, gasping in shock a moment later when she saw that it was a will, X's will, leaving everything to her. He had done something like that and she had.... Her tears started to flow harder. She had killed him.
Elle slowly reached out, touching X's body. He was already starting to get cold. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she leaned down, grabbing him by the shoulders of his jacket and pulling him until he was settled into a comfortable position on the bed. She carefully arranged the blankets around him. The thought of leaving him there to be so cold like that was horrifying to her now, knowing what had really happened.
Her fingers brushed his neck as she tucked him in and she suddenly felt a faint movement. She gasped and reached out frantically feeling for what felt like and eternity before she found something, a very faint pulse. He wasn't dead! Elle immediately went into doctor mode, kneeling beside him in the bed and carefully tilting his head back to see if he was breathing, silently kicking herself all the while for not doing this earlier. If anything happened to him now....
He definately wasn't breathing. She leaned over him, puzzling for a moment on how in the world she was going to pinch that big nose closed before finally getting what she hoped was a good grasp on it. She then pressed her lips against his, making a tight seal around his mouth and blew out, inflating his lungs with her breath.
One, twice, three times she blew into his mouth. He was so much bigger than her, requiring a lot more force to inflate his lungs. She franticly felt for a pulse between breaths, relieved when it seemed to be getting stronger.
She had just pressed her lips against his to give him another big breath when he suddenly gasped, making a sick, weak noise as he drew in a little air on his own. Not enough, not nearly enough to keep him alive though. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his and blowing in as he gasped, sharing some of her breath with his to fill his lungs. As she moved away, he gasped, choking for a moment before drawing in a regular breath of air. A moment later, his eyelids fluttered and a second later, two huge eyes were staring up at her. He was alive.