Son Only One That Can Help Dad He Never Met
Breathe With Me
Cody squared his shoulders and pressed his hands down. “One,” he counted. “Two, three.” After a few pumps, he lifted the man’s chin and breathed air into him.
“Come on,” Cody cried, compressing again. “Breathe,” he said unto himself, fear bubbling through his veins. He was unsure of what he was doing, but he wouldn’t doubt himself now. Would the man make it?