Poisidon kneels next to me and sets a finger on my neck, checking for pulse. "It's slow..." He mutters. He puts his hand on my chest, checking for heartbeat. "Its slow..." He mutters again. He sighs in worry and sprays water from his hands over my face to try to get me to gain clarity but nothing happens. "Shit." He mutters, angrily.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Theres not one close." He keeps pumping my chest. And feels my pulse. "One, one hundred, two one hundred, three one hundered..." He counts. He feels my pulse. "I'm calling it." He says giving up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He feels my pulse and and then puts his hand on my stomach. He pumps my chest again and feels my pulse. "C'mon Rayah!" He says. He counts again and then looks at Jace. "S-She's..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Poisidon looks at Jace. "She's gone. You cant do anything!" He cries as well pulling me away and kisses the side of my face, "I love you, sweety." He says holding me close.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. — The Bee Movie