The panic settled, and all that ran through his limbs was determination as he opened Mike's mouth and blew air within, seeing his chest rise. He then began pressing with his palms right in-between his chest in small rhythm, and repeated the same routine over and over again.
There was no response.
Cole was starting to become desperate, "There's no response—"
"Keep going!" Jonathan hissed, "We came all this way for him to make it out of here, and we're not leaving without him."
"Please Cole," Mr. Hawk breathed helplessly, the end of his voice cracking as he squeezed his palms into fists. "We're counting on you!"
"Come on Cole!" James shouted as well, his palms bawled into fists, "Save our brother."
"Cole," Prince surprisingly spoke, and there was also a hint of sadness within his tone, "save him, please."
Cole continued to press against his chest.
He blew more air into his mouth.
He pressed against his chest.
He blew more air into his mouth again.
Pressed against his chest.
More air into his mouth.
Pressed his chest.
Air to mouth.
His chest.
Mouth.
Chest...
He was unsure how many times he had gone through that routine, but when he finally grew exhausted, with sweat dripping from the side of his face, he stopped his movement, and stared at the lifeless Mike, not a single reaction occurring. Not a hint of color seemed to have returned, and he did not move a single muscle.