Julian lay completely still on his back against the hot concrete tiles.
His face was pale and his lips had turned a light shade of blue.
Marcus knelt beside him immediately and checked his neck for a steady pulse.
Marcus: Call 911! Stay with me, buddy!
Victoria dropped down to her knees a few feet away from them.
She put her hands over her face, pretending to sob loudly for the guests.
Victoria: Is he breathing? Oh please tell me he is breathing!
Marcus: He swallowed too much water, I need to perform CPR right now.
Marcus placed his hands together on the center of Julian's chest.
He began pressing down rhythmically, counting every push out loud.
Marcus: One, two, three, four, come on, kid, wake up!
The party guests gathered around in a big circle, whispering in shock.
Victoria looked down at her polished fingernails while pretending to cry.
She whispered small words that only Marcus could barely hear above the noise.
Victoria: Please wake up! We're here for you!
Marcus looked up at her sharp face and noticed something very wrong.
There were no real tears running down her carefully painted cheeks.
Furthermore, he had seen her standing behind the wheelchair right before the fall.
He had been trimming the high hedge nearby when the chair tipped forward.
He had distinctly seen her hands push the handles before stepping back smoothly.
Marcus pressed down hard on Julian's chest one more strong time.
Julian suddenly coughed violently and spewed water onto the concrete.
He took a deep, ragged breath of fresh air and began to stir slowly.
Marcus: That's it, cough it all out, you are safe now.
Julian: She... she pushed me...
Julian's voice was barely a rough whisper, but Marcus heard every single word.
Victoria quickly leaned closer to cover Julian's pale mouth with her silk handkerchief.
Victoria: Hush now, darling, you are confused from the cold water.