Part 2/2. Go back and read chapter 35 if you haven't yet
Looking at Celeste's crumpled body and hearing Jayce's frantic, panicked cries for her to wake up... something inside me clicks on. Adrenaline sprints through me, washing away every ounce of drowsiness.
"Call 911," I tell Haven, surprised by how calm I sound. "Now."
I quickly glance around the kitchen. What was previously a bowl of soup is now splattered on the ground, no doubt the cause of the glass-shattering sound we heard from Jayce's bedroom. My mind puts the pieces together instantly.
"Move," I order Jayce, my voice full of knee-bending authority.
He scoots aside, looking like a scared little boy, but I don't get distracted with wanting to comfort him. All I can see is Celeste, and all I can think about is what I need to do to fix the situation.
"Yeah, um, hi, there's a lady here, I don't know what's going on..."
I kneel down next to her, pushing the sparkling statement necklaces off her chest. She's definitely not breathing.
Straightening her head and lifting her chin, I open her mouth and peer in, pressing her tongue down with my thumb... I can't see anything in the back of her throat.
"I-I don't know what happened, but I don't think she's breathing..."
I tilt her head back and pinch her nose closed. Sucking in as much air as my lungs will hold, I lower my mouth to Celeste's and give her two slow breaths.
No chest movement.
"Just get someone here, now."
I reposition her head, suck in more air and try two more breaths.
Nothing.
I place my hands, one on top of the other, on Celeste's chest, position myself directly over her and start compressions, counting in my head as I go.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
"Mom... mom, please wake up..."
13, 14, 15, 16, 17...
"Jayce, you need to call your dad."
28, 29, 30.
Finishing the compressions, I open Celeste's mouth and my heart leaps when I see something lodged in the back of her throat.
Taking the risk and fishing it out with my fingers, I toss a small piece of chicken aside and check her pulse.
...She has a pulse.
I exhale a sigh of relief.
"Thank fucking god," I breathe, slumping back as the adrenaline wears off and I watch Celeste's chest rise and fall. "She'll be okay."
I hear the wailing of sirens grow closer and soon, Celeste and I are surrounded by medics.
"What happened?" One of them barks as the other lowers a gurney next to her.
"She choked on a bit of chicken and passed out," I summarize. "She wasn't breathing, so I gave her CPR and was able to remove the piece from her throat. She started breathing on her own again after that."
Jayce helps me up while the medics do their thing. I lean against his bare chest, feeling the lack of sleep and weight of the moment that just happened. I say a quick prayer in my head, incredibly grateful that I'd decided to get CPR certified in order to make Party Princess seem more legit.
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