[There is an impulse to shock the man again. And again. To try too much to bring him back. Viktor restrains himself, seeing that self sabotage in his memories of being the Herald. Push too hard and it all just bruises, shreds, and falls apart.
Jayce's new heart is beating. His skin is flushing again, cold in color and temperature, but clearly there is energy beneath it. No longer an inert corpse, decaying away to nothingness. Another shock would do no good, might just burst what Viktor gave him. It isn't as if he ever had a strong heart to begin with. It's just the best he has to offer.
Even after all this effort and pain, Viktor thinks Jayce deserved something better than he got given.]
Jayce..?
[another, pointlessly hopeful questioning. No, there's no way he'll answer. He's not even breathing. He needs to breathe. Viktor holds back if only because he knows the man's lungs, half visible in his open chest cavity, need to drain of fluid and heal before it will have any purpose in attempting to push air into him. When his body is reacting with more life, that will be the final step. Or, so Viktor thinks.
He's not a doctor, he's an engineer. This is just ignition fuel. Viktor removes the cables from his back and puts a hand to the side of Jayce's truck to release the excess electricity from his system. He attached a grounding cable to it just for this situation. Viktor thinks of everything. Or so he tries, at least.
Last step, no fanfare to it. Viktor arches over Jayce and cradles his head in both hands. Taking a deep breath, he locks their mouths to push all the air he can down into Jayce's lungs to fill them. He does so again and again and again. Hopefully, one of these times, Jayce's body will catch on that this is what it's supposed to be doing all on its own.
Maybe, Jayce will even wake up, but that might be wishful thinking.]
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Jayce's new heart is beating. His skin is flushing again, cold in color and temperature, but clearly there is energy beneath it. No longer an inert corpse, decaying away to nothingness. Another shock would do no good, might just burst what Viktor gave him. It isn't as if he ever had a strong heart to begin with. It's just the best he has to offer.
Even after all this effort and pain, Viktor thinks Jayce deserved something better than he got given.]
Jayce..?
[another, pointlessly hopeful questioning. No, there's no way he'll answer. He's not even breathing. He needs to breathe. Viktor holds back if only because he knows the man's lungs, half visible in his open chest cavity, need to drain of fluid and heal before it will have any purpose in attempting to push air into him. When his body is reacting with more life, that will be the final step. Or, so Viktor thinks.
He's not a doctor, he's an engineer. This is just ignition fuel. Viktor removes the cables from his back and puts a hand to the side of Jayce's truck to release the excess electricity from his system. He attached a grounding cable to it just for this situation. Viktor thinks of everything. Or so he tries, at least.
Last step, no fanfare to it. Viktor arches over Jayce and cradles his head in both hands. Taking a deep breath, he locks their mouths to push all the air he can down into Jayce's lungs to fill them. He does so again and again and again. Hopefully, one of these times, Jayce's body will catch on that this is what it's supposed to be doing all on its own.
Maybe, Jayce will even wake up, but that might be wishful thinking.]