Noise. There was noise. And pain – so much pain. They were connected somehow. Cackling, heat… burning. Burning heat and pain. Slowly the scene grew, the noises became more defined. Lister groaned as he became aware of his body once more. That was one hell of a blow to the head. Wearily, he opened his eyes to his surroundings. He saw bright orange flashes dancing across his vision, and slowly became aware of it being fire. Then it hit him why it was so hard to breathe – the smoke was choking him. That, and it felt like he had broken his ribs. In fact, it felt like he had broken every bone in his body. But he was able to move, so that seemed unlikely. Lister raised his head to wipe the liquid trickling down his head out of his eyes and smear it across his face so it didn't keep running.
As he tried to get up, or at least drag himself a few inches, he felt a new pain – a cold dread deep inside as he regained his memories. The fire – wasn't just a fire. It was a wreckage. He noticed the shattered debris that littered the earth around him, the remnants of his ship. Some burnt to a blackened crisp, others splattered with blood. Lister coughed again, and then another wave of icy dread washed over him… Rimmer.
"Rimmer." He blearily uttered, although trying his hardest to shout. Lister tried not to scream in agony from his wounds, but he doubted he could have anyway.
Lister managed to drag himself in the fuel-soaked earth a few feet before crying out for Rimmer again. Lister still felt disorientated, but was filled with a determination to find his friend. Once the pain subsided, or he became used to it – he wasn't sure – Lister was able to rise to a crawl. He was still far too dizzy to stand, but crawling amongst the wreckage seemed sufficient. Besides, Rimmer had been right next to him when they crashed, he couldn't have gone too far.
After what felt like hours of searching, in reality only a few minutes, Lister found Rimmer.
"No, no Rimmer!" He shouted, more audibly this time, as he rushed to his comrade's side. Rimmer's body was broken and stained with blood, massive lacerations revealing far too much of his insides than Lister wanted to see. Bone speared from his right thigh, his muscle and tendons showing in his left arm, his torso was exposed with many small cuts upon it, and his head looked worse than Lister's felt. Noticing that the ground was covered in unburnt fuel, and that there were fires all about, Lister came to the deduction that he had to get out of there. Rushing to action, he grabbed Rimmer under the shoulders, not caring about pain or damaged caused. There would be more damage if they both burst into flame.
Amazingly, Lister managed to drag Rimmer to a safe distance from the burning rubble. Now that the danger of exploding had passed, Lister tried to awaken Rimmer. Without the dancing firelight, his wounds seemed less severe. Well, less open and bloody than before. But he noticed something was wrong. His head was throbbing, and his thoughts still vague, but there was something definitely not right.
"Rimmer… Rimmer! Wake up, man." Lister said as he shook gently on his shoulder. But he was motionless.
Wait, motionless. Then it hit him in a panic – Rimmer wasn't breathing.
"Oh god man, don't do this…" He uttered as he pressed an ear to the bloodied chest. Shock settled in as he couldn't hear a thing beating beneath the skin.
"Oh smeg, oh smeg!" Lister shouted, as he began to push down on Rimmer's chest. All of the medical supplies, the emergency kit – were in the flaming wreckage, most likely in pieces themselves. Lister clamped his mouth down on to Rimmer's, relieved to find it still fairly warm, and exhaled as much as he could. It pained his chest where he suspected snapped ribs – but that was irrelevant now. It was hard to keep a steady rate of compressions in such a frantic state, but Lister was determined.
"Rimmer come on, wake up – breathe you smeg head!" Lister panted. "Look I won't make fun of you anymore. I can't lose you man…just breathe, please."
Tears ran down his cheeks as he kept breathing for Rimmer – but knew it wasn't going to do much good. CPR kept people alive enough to be saved, it didn't bring them back. There was only one thing to do.