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Golden eyes widened and Tristan swore under his breath when he saw, first, the weight, then, the rope and, finally, Sean going under. He ran over to the side of the pool and then stared into the water, still not believing what they boy had just done. He knelt over, adrenaline pumping in his veins on seeing the bubbles floating up and the pale arms floating there. Tristan stood up and took two steps back; looking a little like he was going to run to someone else. But instead of running out of that, he took two steps forward to the edge and dove in, clothes on and everything.

Tristan sunk down to the floor of the pool quickly. He needed to get Sean out of the water quickly. He did not want to be the reason that someone had killed themselves for. He fought with the rope tying the boy’s ankle to the weight. After a few seconds of fighting with it, he managed getting it loose. As soon as that happened, Tristan pushed off the pool floor, his lungs burning with the need for oxygen, dragging Sean up as he did. One hand grabbed onto the edge and the other pushed him onto the deck. He glared at the boy. “What. The. ********.” Each word was punctuated by a gasp as he tried to get his breathe back.

Tristan saw the water seeping out of the boy’s mouth and swore again. He pushed himself out of the pool, his clothes dripping as he did. He looked down at Sean, straightening his limbs before he leaned over and pressed his lips to the other’s; breathing into the lungs. He glanced along the chest, trying to see whether or not the air going into the lungs.

Two fingers moved to check if there was a pulse or if he had to start chest compressions as well. Please let there be a pulse. If there wasn’t...and someone needed to call an ambulance. But he couldn’t just leave Sean there and his cellphone was definitely dead right now (it had been in his pocket when he dove in after the boy). There wasn’t anything he could really do apart from what he was doing now.

This was the worst first day ever.

((That’s okay.))

It was a relief when those eyes opened again. Tristan had been a little panicked with the need to call the paramedics versus staying with Sean and trying to help him. He knew that the paramedics had more of a chance to revive the boy than he did. He had been in the middle of another round of chest compressions when the coughing started. So much water... If he had gotten Sean out of the water a little later...if he’d gone to call the paramedics... Tristan did not want to think about what could have happened. Sean was conscious and breathing. He rubbed the boy’s back as he coughed and then spoke. Tristan sighed softly. The words didn’t make sense. Someone was drowning before his eyes, on purpose, but he couldn’t let someone die without doing anything. He would feel terribly at fault.

Wide eyes blinked when Sean moved to hug him. He sighed and hugged him back, to reassure himself that Sean really was okay. “Just don’t do anything like that again. You scared the crap out of me...” He pulled away a little. “Why don’t you put something on? I don’t want you catching a cold after that.” It was a little backwards to say that since Tristan was the one with his clothes completely soaked and dripping onto the floor.

Tristan watched as Sean stood up. He knew that the boy shouldn’t be standing up right then, but he didn’t have any time to stop Sean before a robe was handed to him. He held it awkwardly, knowing that he ought to undress before pulling it on. When he looked up at Sean again, the boy was passed out. And Tristan went into panic mode again. He dropped the robe and hurried over to Sean, checking to see if he was still breathing and had a pulse. Why was all of this happening today? He picked up the small boy and hurried out, finding one of the maids to help him take care of Sean. Once Tristan got the boy in bed, he ended up having his own clothes taken to be cleaned. The maid somehow produced clothes he could borrow until his own were cleaned.

Tristan walked into the room, dressed in his borrowed clothes and feeling slightly awkward, to see Sean awake. He moved to sit on the bed beside him. He touched the boy’s back before glancing down at the cuts on the ankles from the suicide attempt. Eyes looked back up at Sean’s face, still a little worried. “How are you feeling?” He didn’t want Sean to pass out on him again.

Tristan frowned a little when the other rubbed his chest. “Really?” He hoped that Sean would start feeling better, but he supposed he would content himself with the boy being alive. And he would have to get him to a doctor as soon as possible. Even though so much water had come out of those lungs, there still might be some in there. He blinked a little when a maid walked in a delivered the news that Sean’s father would be returning to the house. Tristan had assumed that he would be going back home before that happened but...apparently not. He sighed and leaned back when Sean stood up and went to the bathroom to change. He dragged his hand through his still wet hair. What was he going to do? Tristan felt a little nervous about that, meeting Sean’s father. But apparently not as much as Sean was. He wasn’t even looking Tristan in the eye. “Sean...?” The words made him frown even more. “That doesn’t make me feel better. Sean, if you ever think about trying that again, I would rather you talk to someone. And I would rather you look at me.” He sighed again, trying to see the boy’s face. “Sean, is something wrong?”

Tristan sighed at those words, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe that a father could treat his own child like that. How could someone not care about one of their own flesh and blood? He understood how some parents went overboard, but to say that Sean was being silly...where did that come from? He reached out and touched the boy’s hand. “Well, I’m here so you can talk to me.” He remarked softly, a second before the door opened, announcing that the boy’s father was home. Tristan stood after Sean, following him to a hard-faced man he didn’t quite like the look of. Nor the way that he spoke with Sean. But he kept his mouth shut and glanced between the two of them, feeling rather...out of place. He didn’t have a reason to be there and he didn’t know exactly what to say about any of this.