55 Word Fiction
CPR – IseQween (3/09)
Xena coaxed her recovering companion to rest awhile.
“I'm okay.” Gabrielle touched her lips and chest. “Maybe a little sore.”
Xena examined her bruised fist. “Same here.”
“Heh, payback for bringing me back to life.”
“Ditto.” Xena snorted. “Gotta work on our resuscitations.”
“Pounding heart? Mouth to mouth? Mmhm. I'd die for that any day.”