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The dark-haired man's breathing became evidently ragged as his chest rose and fell in a strange way. It was when the hazel-eyed man's laboured breathing turned into a shorter, faster gasp, the blonde-haired man panicked!
"Bloody hell, Mortcombe! What is going on??" Rafael expressed his thought, hoping his friend would scream out the word "Fool ya!".
But with a quick assessment, the blue-eyed man knew this was seriously happening! In a swift movement, he leaned over to Frederick's side and reclined his seat with the help of a lever and a strong force applied to the chair.
Once the man was properly lying down, Rafael jumped over to sit above Frederick and looked into the hazel eyes that were clearly out of focus.
He tried to slap the man to consciousness but Frederick was not showing any signs of reacting. In a moment of panic, Rafael has forgotten anything about the little medical knowledge he had obtained over the course of being in the mafia world.