AN: No, this is not prettily HTMLed...I figured I'd put it out plain text for a change, give my editor a break.
Sorry about the wait, I didn't intend to go two weeks or more without updating but other
projects took precedence. I have a lot more written in long hand, some is actually typed,
I will be transfering it to Notepad at some point.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Labyrinth characters, they are owned by Jim Henson productions and also by whomever bought into the company. Katie, her siblings Alan and Elza, their niece Helene, and Sarah's husband Ryan are my creations, as is the coined name Kellsen, which perhaps is someone's real last name but I put two names together to come up with it. The meaning will come up later.
Now, on with the story.
Chapter Nine
Jareth lay sprawled on the floor, trapped beneath Katie, struggling to breathe. She had one forearm to his neck, compressing his windpipe, and lay across him in such a way that he was unable to move without risking more damage to other, more sensitive body parts. His sight was fading, darkness gathering before his eyes; his hearing overtaken by a relentless roaring which was ever increasing in volume. Cold prickly sweat seeped out from his pores, and he was thankful that even though he hated the weak, swirly whirly feeling, he could sink into unconsciousness and not gain any more broken body parts, like he did the time he suddenly fainted and fell backwards down the royal staircase....
Katie snapped back into normalcy as she felt him become limp. Quickly she rolled off of him. He was very blue, and much too still.
"Oh dear," she grimaced, "I must have slipped into my Ultimate Defender mode when he came at me instead of the Chastising Sister mode I was going into when I was chasing after the twins."
"Okay, let's see if I remember CPR 101. It's been a long time since I took the course, meant to re-classify, but didn't quite get around to it. Don't panic Katie, you know you can do it." she told herself.
"1st rule, determine level of consciousness." She shook him lightly and called his name..."Oh Jareth!" No response.
She tried again. "Strange Goblin King." Still no response.
"Upon examination, subject is definitely out of commission."
"What is next? Let's see, I need to check for respiration and pulse to determine what degree of CPR I need to perform."
First she put her hand very close to his mouth. When no puff of air greeted the palm or fingers of her left and more sensitive hand from either his mouth or his nose, she leaned over him, tilted her head so her right ear was directly over his mouth, and watched his chest. No puffs of air tickled the hair inside her ear, she could discern no rising or falling of his chest.
"Not breathing." Now she was really beginning to panic.
Her hands shaking a little, she placed her right hand on the left side of his neck, her fingers pressing gently into the anterior triangle so she could feel his pulse, she slipped her left hand inside his shirt so she could get a confirmation heart beat should she feel it at one site or the other. Her efforts were rewarded by a pulse, faint, slow, but definitely there.
Slightly relieved she hadn't completely killed him, she made sure his neck was straight, gently opened his mouth, checked for obstructions, pinched his nostrils shut with her right hand, tilted his chin up slightly with her left, took a deep breath, and blew gently into his mouth three times. He didn't appear to be breathing on his own when she checked him again, so taking another deep breath, she clamped her lips gently but tightly over his, and blew down his throat. Her efforts to revive him were rewarded, but not in the usual manner.
Jareth suddenly pushed her away, rolled to one side, and cowered against the wall. "What is it with you Williams women? You reject me, rob me of my powers, confine me, release me, almost suffocate me, maul me when I'm helpless....."
"Hey! I was NOT mauling you!" Katie vehemently protested, "You were not breathing on your own. I had to do something. I did not go to the trouble of wishing you back only to have you die less than seven hours later."
Sorry about the wait, I didn't intend to go two weeks or more without updating but other
projects took precedence. I have a lot more written in long hand, some is actually typed,
I will be transfering it to Notepad at some point.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Labyrinth characters, they are owned by Jim Henson productions and also by whomever bought into the company. Katie, her siblings Alan and Elza, their niece Helene, and Sarah's husband Ryan are my creations, as is the coined name Kellsen, which perhaps is someone's real last name but I put two names together to come up with it. The meaning will come up later.
Now, on with the story.
Chapter Nine
Jareth lay sprawled on the floor, trapped beneath Katie, struggling to breathe. She had one forearm to his neck, compressing his windpipe, and lay across him in such a way that he was unable to move without risking more damage to other, more sensitive body parts. His sight was fading, darkness gathering before his eyes; his hearing overtaken by a relentless roaring which was ever increasing in volume. Cold prickly sweat seeped out from his pores, and he was thankful that even though he hated the weak, swirly whirly feeling, he could sink into unconsciousness and not gain any more broken body parts, like he did the time he suddenly fainted and fell backwards down the royal staircase....
Katie snapped back into normalcy as she felt him become limp. Quickly she rolled off of him. He was very blue, and much too still.
"Oh dear," she grimaced, "I must have slipped into my Ultimate Defender mode when he came at me instead of the Chastising Sister mode I was going into when I was chasing after the twins."
"Okay, let's see if I remember CPR 101. It's been a long time since I took the course, meant to re-classify, but didn't quite get around to it. Don't panic Katie, you know you can do it." she told herself.
"1st rule, determine level of consciousness." She shook him lightly and called his name..."Oh Jareth!" No response.
She tried again. "Strange Goblin King." Still no response.
"Upon examination, subject is definitely out of commission."
"What is next? Let's see, I need to check for respiration and pulse to determine what degree of CPR I need to perform."
First she put her hand very close to his mouth. When no puff of air greeted the palm or fingers of her left and more sensitive hand from either his mouth or his nose, she leaned over him, tilted her head so her right ear was directly over his mouth, and watched his chest. No puffs of air tickled the hair inside her ear, she could discern no rising or falling of his chest.
"Not breathing." Now she was really beginning to panic.
Her hands shaking a little, she placed her right hand on the left side of his neck, her fingers pressing gently into the anterior triangle so she could feel his pulse, she slipped her left hand inside his shirt so she could get a confirmation heart beat should she feel it at one site or the other. Her efforts were rewarded by a pulse, faint, slow, but definitely there.
Slightly relieved she hadn't completely killed him, she made sure his neck was straight, gently opened his mouth, checked for obstructions, pinched his nostrils shut with her right hand, tilted his chin up slightly with her left, took a deep breath, and blew gently into his mouth three times. He didn't appear to be breathing on his own when she checked him again, so taking another deep breath, she clamped her lips gently but tightly over his, and blew down his throat. Her efforts to revive him were rewarded, but not in the usual manner.
Jareth suddenly pushed her away, rolled to one side, and cowered against the wall. "What is it with you Williams women? You reject me, rob me of my powers, confine me, release me, almost suffocate me, maul me when I'm helpless....."
"Hey! I was NOT mauling you!" Katie vehemently protested, "You were not breathing on your own. I had to do something. I did not go to the trouble of wishing you back only to have you die less than seven hours later."