A wide red wound bled from Lovelie’s forehead. Through the blood, I saw the flash of white bone. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing. I’d seen the fishermen get water out of a man’s lungs before, but I’d never done it myself. I pressed on Lovelie’s chest, hard, with both my hands. Then, I pinched her nose, placed my mouth over hers, and breathed into her lungs. I felt her chest expand. When I looked back at her face, she looked pale. I breathed for her again. Nothing. Panicked, I tapped her cheeks like I could wake her from a nightmare. A deep splash drew my focus. Not-Marie’s ember hair
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