"Is he breathing?"

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On hearing these words, Ben leaps into action, making hearty slaps on Roshan's back with the flat of his hand. One...two...three. But Roshan stays the same, his once red lips beginning to turn purple. "Again, do it again!" Clark frets as once again Ben makes another three strong strikes to Roshan's back.

"It's no good!" Ben says with panic. "I think he needs that hug thingy."

"The Heimlich manoeuvre. He needs the Heimlich manoeuvre!" Clark says as he pushes Ben to one side. Clark now wraps his arms around Roshan, back hugging him as he squeezes his arms under Roshan's rib cage, with his hands balling into a fist. With every fibre in his being, he thrusts his balled fists upwards. Roshan is almost lifted off the ground as Clark repeats the action over and over until suddenly, a chunk of meat goes flying through the air, landing with a splat on the floor.

"Huuuhh." Roshan sucks in a much needed breath as he collapses back onto Clark and passes out.

"Chef!" Clark cries out in a panic as he slowly lowers the chef onto the classroom floor. "Roshan!" Clark calls once again as he now kneels down by Roshan's side. He takes his hands and places them on Roshan's shoulders and begins to shake him vigorously.

"Is he breathing?" Tully asks, looking down at the pair with an anxious gaze.

Clark lowers his cheek to Roshan's lips. He can feel the faintest warm breath on his cheek and feels a light relief leave him. "He's breathing." Clark confirms, just above a whisper. He pulls back his head and sits back up, only to be barged out of the way by Ben.

"Let me take him to the med room. There's a bed in there." He says as with little effort, he scoops Roshan up in his muscular arms. Clark also gets to standing as he follows Ben out of the classroom and into the medical room.

Soon, Roshan is being laid upon the single bed, with Clark and Ben standing over him and gazing down. "I'll keep an eye on him." Clark offers, not even taking his eyes from the chef who still hadn't come around.

"What about the class?" Ben asks in wonder.

"I'm pretty sure you can sample everyone's attempts at cooking a steak. You seem to be an expert at it." Clark responds with a light chuckle, before his gaze returns to Roshan.

"Well...if you're sure?" Ben says with an air of anticipation. He was most definitely up for the proposition.

"Go." Clark says, now waving him off with a hand. Ben leaves the space with now Just Clark and Roshan left alone. He pulls up a chair alongside the bed, just basking in the moment of silence, giving him the time to enjoy Roshan at rest. He looked so at peace, a sleeping prince, but Clark couldn't hide the worry he felt as Roshan still laid there, unconscious.

He raises a hand and gently cups Roshan's cheek, his thumb lightly brushing the soft shaven skin beneath. "Chef..." he begins. "Roshan. You really scared me back there, you know that? Please....wake up." Clark continues to look at the man. The one who had made him believe in the romance books he had read about love at first sight, about meeting 'the one'. Clark dared not think that far ahead. He had only known Roshan for two weeks. But these weeks had already been full of intense emotions of passion and fire. Full of chaste moments of sweetness and reckless desire.

His thoughts which are beginning to drift into some romantic novel of him and Roshan playing the leading roles, are suddenly brought back into the room by yet another gasp of air from Roshan.

He reaches out a hand and grabs a hold of Clark's sleeve. "You...you saved my life!" He declares and without warning, pulls Clark down onto him and hugs him tight.

"I...it's fine...but you need to let go." Clark manages to huff out as he gets squeezed into Roshan's chest. He was sure to get a print from one of Roshan's buttons indented into the skin of his face.

"No, what I need to do is kiss the life out of you so you know how much I appreciate it."

"You're not thinking straight, remember your rules, your morals." Clark tries to pull away from the strong hold.

"I don't care." Roshan declares.

Clark feels stuck in his words and physically stuck in the grasp of Roshan. Then he remembered that thing he wanted to talk about, well, needed to talk about.

... "Somebody saw us!"