Well, he're chapter three, reworked and shorterthan it used to be. I'm definately going to change the direction of the plot, and the title. Please send me any ideas for either if you have them! I'll be happy to get some input from my readers!
Victor knelt uneasily over Toad's body, taking in the horrific burns stretching the length of his jaw, down his neck and bellow his clothes line. Blood seeped timidly from behind the man's lips. He didn't appear to be breathing.
Creed dipped his fingers into the mess of clothing Toad wore to preserve heat, finding the cold, clammy skin of the amphibianiod's neck.
No Pulse.
He waited, counting to sixty in his head. Raven had explained this process before. Toad's pulse would have slowed significantly, like a frog's might have when it was deep in hibernation.
61, 62,63,64,65,66,67 6-
Pulse.
A faint chill of relief tugged at his belly.
Alive.
Just barely.
Frowning, he set a hand to Toad's middle, applying pressure carefully. Polluted water ran from the frog-man's lips, rippling down his cheek and dripping onto the boat floor.
Pushed a bit harder.
A stronger flow bubbled from Toad's mouth. Victor continued, pressing all the harder until the smaller man suddenly gasped, drawing in air before expelling another mouthful of water. His body jerked dramatically. As bay water rushed across the cool metal floor.
Creed placed a hand on either shoulder, restraining Toad to where he lay.
The erratic twitching became full on convulsions. Victor held his young charge until he stilled, laying his head to one side, energy sapped. Soft, ragged breaths struggled into the mutant's lungs, at which he trembled just the slightest. Creed sighed, releasing Toad's quivering shoulders.
" 'Tooth?"
Mort's voice was soft and drained, and slurred a bit more than usual. Victor answered.
"Yeah, it's me, runt. We're headed back to the mainland."
"D' we win?"
"...I don't think so."
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