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Midori's eyes fluttered open. He spoke, his voice a strained whisper.
"M-master artist Fushimi..."
With sublime grace under pressure, Yuzuru preformed CPR without a hint of anxiety.
(Damn. Since when was Fushimi this badass?)
"He appears to be unconscious from lack of oxygen. I can preform CPR. That may stabilize his breathing."
Kanata tried to struggle out of Madara's arms- he must have started holding him back at some point.
"Kanata-san!"
Without the hold of the coil, Midori collapsed on the ground.
"Hey...! Wake up, kid! C'mon, stay with us!"
Kuro began unwrapping the metal hose around Midori's neck, assisted by Yuzuru.
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"The water pressure is too high. We need to turn it off before we can remove it from his neck."
Kuro rushed to Midori, yanking on the metal tube with all his might. Midori gagged as he pulled.
(He's still alive...!! Shit, what do I do?)