[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

I hurriedly helped him up from the bed, and the things under him became less important. I just let him lean in my arms, and turned his head back so that his throat could straighten.

He looks very bad!He was lying on the bed just now, with the whites of his eyes rolled under his half-drooped eyelids, and his whole face was almost purple. Now, I can't even see the ups and downs in his chest!I searched for the arteries on the side of his neck, and found that this terrible thing didn't move!

——SHIT!

I quickly held his chin, turned his head skillfully, and squeezed his mouth open.I put my fingers in and grabbed his throat, and put the other hand on his stomach, pressing it hard!

He vomited out with a 'vomit' sound, and a pile of turbid fluid was vomited on me.I didn't care, I just hugged him and jumped off the bed, let him lie on the hard floor, pinched his chin, and blew air hard!

He only took two breaths, and before I could perform chest compressions, he took a sharp breath, raised his lower jaw, and then resumed breathing.

"Jack!" I hurriedly called his name, and he consciously glanced in my direction, his eyes were completely exposed, his pupils were still pushed upwards, as if he had lost focus, but obviously It's already much better than before.

He moved his lips as if to speak, but he couldn't speak, and instead let his throat make a terrible 'cluck' sound, and then his whole body suddenly jerked violently, and he was pushed up with this movement, and let out a groan. There was a sound that sounded like a hiccup, more whites of the eyes rolled out, and white foam began to overflow from the mouth!

I turned his head to the side again, watched the white foam come out, rubbed his heart, supported his neck with my hands, and saw that his breathing was smooth all the time, so I was a little relieved.

I knelt beside him and twitched a few more times after seeing him, but my face didn't turn purple anymore. Although it was abnormally pale, it was considered to have improved.

I probably know what's wrong with him, and I also understand that he has basically recovered from his current situation, so I took this opportunity to use the hand that rubbed his chest to start rummaging through the pockets of clothes he threw on the bed. I looked for it, but to my surprise, I didn't find the medicine I wanted to find.

"Well..." Jack choked out suddenly, stretched his whole body, his muscles were tense, his head was pushed back vigorously, and then a slight tremor began again!

After that, he leaned on the skin on his side for a sudden burst of damp heat and a strange smell, only to realize that he was incontinent.

Jack's cock was still overflowing with dirty secretions, his feet were kicking wildly, and his face, which had been relieved just now, began to turn purple again from suffocation.

I could only stuff it into his mouth through the corner of my back, rubbing his chest harder, and kept calling his name, "Jack! Jack! Relax! Relax, don't be afraid! It's okay! Don't Nervous, I'm here, nothing will happen!"

He didn't seem to hear.The muscles were still tense, but gradually began to twitch again.Then he opened his mouth and stretched his neck upwards, as if he was looking for something. I knew it was because his breathing was restrained by convulsions, and he immediately tore off the corner of the quilt to wipe all the foam from his mouth , breathing for him with his mouth, and the other hand kept rubbing the muscles in his chest!

I don’t know how long it took this time, until Jack started to lift his chin, sucked in small mouthfuls of air, gradually took a quick breath, and then started to take a big mouthful of breath while sighing, I relaxed again and pinched it. His wrist counted his heart rate against the watch in the room.

Although it is still a bit scary fast, but fortunately it is very regular.This time Jack finally calmed down. He didn't smoke anymore after a few minutes, and the secretions underneath were all excreted. He looked very fragile lying on the ground, his face was still tinged with the remaining bruise, and his lips The color is also very deep.

His breathing is still not very good, but fortunately, he doesn't seem to be in any danger. His eyes are half-closed in a daze, and the green eyes are tilted to the side. He doesn't know where to look.

I let him lie on the ground for a while, and seeing that there was still no change, I lifted his neck, put my arms around my shoulders and helped him sit up slowly.

When he first moved, he suffocated for a while obviously uncomfortable, some saliva and foam overflowed from his mouth, and after spitting on his naked body, he recovered immediately, lying on me with his head tilted. On his shoulders, he eased his breathing.

After sitting like this for about half an hour, he finally had the strength to lift his soft hand and press his chest, his head began to tilt forward slightly, his back bent, and he sighed consciously.

Afterwards, he obviously recovered a little faster, driving his body to breathe hard, and frowning looked very uncomfortable.But I watched from the side for a while, and found that his eyes had been opened, and the green eyeballs regained their energy. Although he was still speechless, he was obviously alive again.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and now I relaxed and leaned on the bed, then dragged his buttocks with both hands, and sat on my lap.It wasn't until he felt warm on his thigh that he remembered that he hadn't wiped his butt after incontinence just now, and suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

——Really, since we were together, this young man with a beautiful skin has constantly destroyed every image that people can imagine in front of me, and even made himself so unbearable in my eyes.

But actually, it made me feel closer to him.

He is so active and weak at times, which makes my mood go up and down in such a short period of time. Instead, it makes me feel sick and lingering, as if we have been in love for tens of thousands of centuries. A community shields those objective things that are constantly interfering, and only because of the collision of instincts, the most primitive sense of dependence has occurred.

In short, I suddenly felt that if I let such a fragile life go, wouldn't it be impossible to save it?

Jack gave me a sense of responsibility and need that I had never felt before, so that, for a few seconds, even the filth from his ass rubbed against my leg made me love him even more. He is quite a lot!

——Hormones, what a powerful thing!

He leaned against my arms, perhaps because he had drained everything from his body just now, and the sweat seemed to flow away, sitting on my lap lightly and leaning on me like cotton.

I held him in my arms, the slippery and cold feeling made me think he was as soft as a dehydrated fish, or like a delicate grass snake swimming in the grass.

Everything is so lovely.

I even forced myself to think more about his icy body temperature with a noble and joyful mood, so I turned my eyes away from his white flesh, pulled a piece of clothing and put it on him.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a low voice.

I raised my eyes and glanced at me, Zhang Kai wanted to speak the most, but he suddenly gasped, as if out of breath, and could only make a pitiful 'sob' sound because of the discomfort.

It took another half a day to hold my chest to catch my breath.

This made me immediately forget the weird, perverted, love-loving thoughts just now, and put his health first, and quickly filled my whole mind, paying close attention to him.

I turned his head over again, leaned his head on my shoulder, and held his hand on his chest. I found that his hand was also covered in cold sweat. It was so cold and soft, and it was still weak Trembling, and my heart is very distressed.

He was even annoyed that he was thinking about those nonsense things so ignorantly just now.

And because of this guilt attack, I found that I once again raised my liking for him to a high level, reaching the ranks of 'love'.

I have to admit, I like him for real.It has nothing to do with my previous career of helping the weak, at least I never felt distressed when those people were sick and uncomfortable...

But now, to him who is in such a mess, I can easily and from the bottom of my heart whisper, "I love you, Jack."