darkSpyro

"Ok" I said as I shot them both before seeing Ura "Timothy! Help me get Ura out of here" I said as I ran over to Ura "You're gonna be ok buddy"

Tim nodded and ran over to Ura.

*Again, do the painters lose energy when using their powers?*

Ura tried to move but could do no more than whisper "There's not much time..."

"Not much time until what?" I asked as I picked up Ura "Get her other side" I said to Tim

OCC: No, so long as they have paint.

Tim nodded and picked her up by her other side.

*So if they have paint they don't, and if they don't have paint they do? I'M CONFUSED*

Ura managed to lift her head. "Until I... I..." she rasped before falling limp, her eyes becoming glassy and lifeless. Only her quick, shallow breaths showed she was alive.

"We need to get her some paint and now!" I said as I lead Tim to a craft store "We need paint" I said

OCC: If they have paint they do, if not they don't. The paint was always on the brush.

"This paint'll do."

*NOT CONFUSED ANYMORE. I'm going offline after this post.*

Ura's breaths became more shallow and ragged.

"Um, pour it on her? I don't know what to do!" I said as I started crying

"Should I try CPR?" he asked.

"I guess?" I said

"Alright, who's gonna do it?"

"You can, I don't know CPR" I said

"You place you're mouth around the victim and breath in hard, maybe push you're hands on the stomach..."

"It would be better if you did, I don't trust myself" I said

"...Well, I'll try."

*What happens if the painter is separated from their brush?*

OCC: Then they can't fight.

Timothy slowly leaned over Ura and started pressing his hands into her chest hard and hoped it would work.

Ura felt pressure in her chest, and became unable to breathe. She managed to begin to say something, but all she could say was "M---"

"What is it buddy?" I asked Ura as I motioned Tim to stop

Tim stopped and looked down at Ura.

"I was going to say maybe you shouldn't do that..." Ura replied.

"Why's that hon?"

Ura gasped another breath and fell silent, her eyes glassy.

"I'll go call a hospital." Tim said rushing to get a phone.

I started freaking out "Oh god! This is worse than that time my brothed ODed in my bed!" I said as I paced back and forth

Ura tried to speak, but could do nothing.

"OD'ed?"

"I walked into my room once and he apparently had several painkillers" I said as I started to calm down

"Ouch, those are some disgusting things there." Tim replied finally reaching 911.

*I'm sort of enjoying this... I get to watch you two struggle to help me while I post a couple times to update on Ura's condition...*

Ura stoppped breathing.

Tim turned to see what had happened to Ura, "911? Yeah we need you! There's this...alien girl, she stopped breathing!" he reported.