Electa lay off to one side, away from the others. She was lying on her back, her face turned away from everyone.

Vexin carefully sat up, shaking. He looked around, sight blurry. But he did scramble for his glasses, seeing Electa and crawling over to Electa.

She just lay there.

He suddenly felt scared, scared that she wasn't okay.

He gingerly took hold of her shoulders with both hands. "E-Electa?"

The only movement was the ones that Vexin was causing.

His heart dropped. He pulled her into his arms very carefully. "E-Electa!" He softly called her name a few more times, cradling her gingerly.

She lay unmoving against him, her aura dim, growing dimmer

He started crying a little, but wanted to help. He wasn't sure how, just tried what he'd been taught in school. He gently laid her on her back and tried to listen if she was breathing well.

Behind him the crowds continued to cheer, their shouts reverberating through the cathedral like thunder. She wasn't breathing.

Vexin wished that the crowds would just shut up and be quiet, that they would care that Electa might not be okay. He placed both his hands over her chest and started working on doing CPR for her.