My muse is unconscious! Send me “CPR” and my muse will react to waking up while yours is in the process of giving mouth to mouth!
His family was on vacation at their lakehouse, and of course, he spent the majority of his time swimming. The teen was on the swim team, after all, and certainly excelled at it, and the water was beautiful this time of year, crystal clear and cool.
He had just climbed out of the lake and was starting to jog lightly around the edge when he turned a corner to sharply and ran into what seemed to be a girl his age, maybe a little older. Grunting, he attempted to break both of their falls, twisting his body slightly, but to no avail. He fell into the lake, and felt his head bash against something hard and sharp.
After that, it all went dark.
He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but when he awoke, a pair of lips were pressed almost frantically against his. Eyes flying wide open, he brought his hand up to gently grab her shoulder to show he was okay, coughing up a bit of water as she pulled away. He winced as he reached up to touch his head, bright red blood smearing on his fingers. "Great...." he grumbled before glancing at the girl with a sigh. "I'm... Sorry about that... I didn't expect anyone out here this early, I suppose. Thank you for your help."