The second round of artificial respiration was completed.
Caroline Edwin continued to stack her hands on the sternum, accumulating strength for the CPR.
"01."
"02."
"03."
...
She counted in her mind as snowflakes fell from the sky, landing on her lustrous black hair, her makeup-free face serious.
The people present grew more tense as time passed, their breathing involuntarily softening for fear of disturbing her.
Marie Gabriel held a cell phone in her hand, her other hand anxiously rubbing her forehead.
"28."
"29."
"30."
...
After thirty compressions, Caroline paused in her movements, squatting in the snow, watched the other's breathing slowly recover, the chest rising and falling.
Moira Samir's eyelashes quivered slightly, a sight clearly seen by the students who watched intently, nearly crying for joy.
"It moved, it moved, the CPR was successful, I saw Moira's eyelashes tremble."
"I saw it too, woo woo woo, it's really too good."
