Working on more of my drafts while trying to make progress on the final chapter of my Fraggle Rock fic. I'm getting there, I promise :) In the meantime, here's a little snippet from a draft I wrote a while back!
Boober coughed harshly, over and over again, as he struggled to catch his breath while he tried to get himself and Wembley to safety. While still coughing up his lungs, he reaching the edge of the pond. Shakily, he managed to pull both of them up and out of the deep and dark water.
The blue Fraggle never, ever, enjoyed the germ-infested cave ground more than in that moment.
Boober was so tired, barely able to keep his eyes open. He took a second to try and compose himself, panting heavily, before he noticed he could hear absolutely nothing coming from his usually very talkative younger brother, who was collapsed right next to him. No coughing, no panting.
Boober shot up in full blown panic, his exhaustion completely forgotten. “Wembley! N-No! No, no, no! S-Stay with me!” He stuttered urgently as he quickly started to press down on the green Fraggle's chest repeatedly. Boober's medical experience guided him through the process as he continued the chest compressions as his fear grew by the second.
It takes almost too long before Wembley suddenly shuddered beneath Boober, and water than spurted out of his mouth, instantly followed by an intense coughing fit. So much harsher than Boober's.
With his heart still racing, Boober watched as the green Fraggle coughed violently for a little longer before finally settling on panting. His big eyes didn't open right away, but the moment they do, Boober's already trembling body, shook even more intensely as relief and sorrow filled him simultaneously. He couldn't keep himself from crying as he realized just how close he was to losing his little brother forever, once Wembley's eyes finally focused on his face.
“…B-Boober…?” Wembley whispered, so hoarsely. It sounded so painful.
“Oh, Wembley!” Boober wailed as he clutched his younger brother tightly, cradled his head close to his chest, “Thank goodness! Don't you ever do that to me again!”
Wembley’s lip quivered mostly just from hearing his older brother’s voice, sound so terrified, miserable and regretful.
The green Fraggle couldn’t move his body much, but he managed to clutch onto Boober’s shaky arm with his own hand. He closed his eyes, tears slowly and silently ran down his face as he mumbled out several soft apologies, while Boober himself kept sobbing into his messy blonde hair.
