One.
His hands moved to her chest, hand over hand as he put them over her heart and began compressions.
Oh Light, my heart beats only for you!
She'd spoken those words so many times. He'd always taken them for granted, but now he was desperately, fervently praying them to be true. He couldn't lose her. Their life together had barely even started. It couldn't be over. Not yet.
Two.
They had made so many plans together, for themselves and for the baby. Who was going to rule as his goddess in the new world if not her? He'd promised her that after the baby was born they would have a real wedding together, and not just one at the courthouse. She'd told him how she wanted a wedding with twinkling lights and roses because she wanted it to be the most magical night of her life. She'd told him their whole relationship had been a real-life fairytale, and she'd been right. It was a fairytale where love and justice conquered all in the end. The ending couldn't happen this early. Snow White couldn't bite the poison apple and stay asleep. That wasn't how the story was supposed to end.
They had made plans for the baby, too. A new life, and a new world. He'd pictured himself and her sitting together on the couch in their apartment, a son or daughter cradled between them, all smiles. They still had to take him or her to Disneyland, still take them to school, still watch them grow up. That tiny little life couldn't be over before it even began.
Three.
The Japanese Task Force members were all gathering around him. Chief Yagami felt his heart tighten in his chest as he looked at his son frantically pumping the chest of his future daughter-in-law. He'd seen things like this many times before, and it almost never ended well. Much as he wanted Misa to make it- both because he liked her, and because he knew how much she meant to his son- he knew the cold, hard truth. His son might very well be working over a corpse. The thought filled him with an amount of pity and sorrow that was unmatchable.
The rest of the Task Force watched, anxious and pitiful looks on their faces, as their youngest member worked over his fiancée with vigor. All of them were holding their breath collectively, waiting for the same miracle they had seen happen to others. When all hope looked gone, suddenly the victim would take a breath, and it would all be over. They all, whether consciously or unconsciously, flinched at the words Light yelled.
"Come on, Misa! Keep your heart beating! You promised you would never leave me, and you can't break that promise now!"
Four.
Tears were streaming down Light's face with uninhibited abandon. It wasn't working. No. He had to stop thinking like that. It wasn't working now, but it would work and she would be up in just a moment, ready to love him again. Her face filled his mind, swam in his vision. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to her. Not now, not ever. He needed her more than he had ever needed another human being. He just couldn't let her go.
What would he do without her? Would he really be able to come home to their empty apartment day in and day out and stay sane? Who would he turn to for help in his times of need? Who would love a man like him the way she did?
In that moment, he knew that if she did not make it, he wouldn't need Ryuk to write his name in the Death Note to die. He would be dead inside already, with achieving their dream as his only reason to keep on living. Even that might not have been enough. Could he really keep going on with his life without her? He wasn't entirely sure he could manage it.
Five.
A sob escaped him, tried to choke him with it's ferocity. It took everything he had not to be sick. His Misa- for the was what she had always called herself- wasn't breathing. Their baby wasn't getting oxygen. His world was falling apart.
And then, it happened.
He felt air on his exposed wrist that was by her mouth. He leaned his head down to be sure he hadn't imagined it, and was assured when he felt her warm breath on his neck. He stopped pumping, and watched her eyes flutter open. She looked at him, bleary-eyed and confused as though woken from a dream too quickly.
"Light?"
He felt himself sobbing now, but it was with happiness. He pulled her into his arms, shaking with joy and relief.
"You were dead. Your heart stopped." He said.
"It's okay. It's working now." She said, sluggishly wrapping her arms around him.
"I love you so much, Misa. I swear I'll Never let you go again." He said.
"I love you too, Light."
For a few moments he was too overcome with his joy to think straight. Then, he remembered the important question he had to ask her before somebody else got too close.
He leaned his lips down to her ear. "I need something from you."
"What?" Her voice was quiet.
"I need his name."
The others were getting too close now. She couldn't tell him. It would have to wait.
The blaring of sirens broke up the happy reunion as the paramedics came to the scene at last. Misa found herself being passed around. From Light's arms, to a hospital gurney, to an ambulance. Light leapt in the back of the ambulance, holding her hand as the paramedics took her vital signs and asked her countless questions.
Though he was desperate for his revenge, he knew the name could wait for now. First, they needed to know if their baby was okay. With sirens flashing and horns blaring the whole way, they were raced to the hospital.