Theme; The quest
Tears filled his eyes, and mucus could be seen coming out of his nose. He shook her vigorously, slapped her face, and kept pressing her chest, hoping to revive her.
He did everything he could think of, yet she didn't wake up. She's gone. He could feel it. Her body is cold, and her pupils have turned white. He howled in fury at the thought of losing her.
He bent down, picked her up in a bridal style, and dashed across the wood. He increased his speed, hoping that he was not too late before he got to the rest of the team. He has never felt so useless and careless like this before.
If anything happens to her, he won't forgive himself. He caused her death. He was the culprit. He shouldn't have advised her to follow him. He doubled his speed, hoping that he was not too late. He's a fool. He kept blaming himself.