He didn't know if he was doing it right since he'd never had to do it in a real situation. When Louis was still struggling, Harry did it again, forcing his fist into his abdomen and thrusting it up, fast and hard.
Harry stopped to check Louis's expression, but it wasn't good. He was still choking, looking scared out of his mind.
Harry wrapped his arms around him again and did the Heimlich once more. Louis's feet actually left the floor this time in Harry's attempts to be more aggressive. As he did this, a crowd of people had gathered around him, offering to help out. Harry was more than happy to oblige, hoping that someone else would be successful.
Harry's pulse was racing, his hands sweating, and he felt faint. If something isn't done to help him...
"Let me try!" a heavy-set man yelled, pushing Harry aside to get to Louis.
As the man worked, Harry noticed Louis's face had turned blue, the life draining out of him. Harry was so nervous that he choked on his own spit. He felt terrible that he was able to freely breathe air into his own lungs while his husband was being denied this one life-sustaining necessity.
People around him were shouting and struggling to get a good view of what was happening. Harry ignored everyone and focused on the man with his arms around his love. The man thrusted his fists into Louis's torso once and then twice, and that's when a large piece of shrimp flew straight out of Louis's mouth and under a table five feet away.
"Louis!" Harry screamed, running to him where he had collapsed on the floor.
Louis was panting rapidly, and Harry put a hand on his back. The sound of him breathing was music to his ears.
Harry looked up to the large man who had saved his life. "Thank you, sir! Thank you! You saved my husband's life!"
"You're welcome," he said softly, as if embarrassed by all the attention. "It'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Harry smiled at him before turning his attention back to Louis, who was still trying to catch his breath. "Louis, are you okay, baby?"
Louis nodded, his breathing beginning to slow.
"Gosh, you scared me." Harry pulled him closer, bringing him into a desperate hug. Louis gripped him tightly, feeling his heart start to slow down.
"Come on," Harry said, lifting themselves up from the floor and helping Louis into his seat. "Are you sure you're okay now?"
"Yeah," Louis said with a raspy voice that seemed to surprise him. "I think so." He cleared his throat, trying to get it to sound normal again.
Moments later a couple men in uniform walked up to them, introducing themselves as paramedics, saying they got a call that someone was choking.
Louis raised his hand. "That'd be me," he rasped.
Harry explained the whole situation to them and how the gentleman in the corner over there had saved him with the Heimlich.
"Looks like you were pretty lucky there, mister," one of them said. "People aren't always this successful with the Heimlich."
Then the other EMT spoke, lifting up his medical kit. "Mind if we check you over really quick?"
Louis paused for a moment, wondering if this was really necessary. "I guess so."
They had him open his mouth so they could see down his throat with a flashlight, and then he asked, "How does it feel?"
"Kind of sore," Louis said, clearing his throat again.