"Get a hold of yourself!" he called, a tinge of panic in his voice. Fai's color had drained, and there was still no breath. Not good.

Kurogane put both hands to Fai's shoulders, for the first time that evening releasing the metal stick, and gave the man a hard shake as the metal struck the floor. Shaking him was all Kurogane could think to do; he didn't know anything else. "Oy!" Fai had to breathe!