Breathing comes with a storm of coughing, his heart juddering in his chest as he spits up water, his throat parched, the insides of his teeth and the roof of his mouth crusted with salt and brine.
It doesn't take more than a cursory sweep of his surroundings to conclude that this part of Rapture is as good as lost. The fires are out, the crowds no longer spilling for the bulkheads, the fierce rushing current having scattered them.
He kicks out clumsily, shoulders still shuddering with each racking cough, and hooks one hand around a charred husk of wood that's managed to stay afloat. All he has to do is steer himself for one of the bulkheads. All he has to do. All he has to do. All he has to do all he has
Tim propels himself forward numbly, mechanically, riding the current where he can. The abrupt shift from hot to freezing leaves him shivering. God, but don't let that mean convulsions. Please don't.
emetophobia warning
It doesn't take more than a cursory sweep of his surroundings to conclude that this part of Rapture is as good as lost. The fires are out, the crowds no longer spilling for the bulkheads, the fierce rushing current having scattered them.
He kicks out clumsily, shoulders still shuddering with each racking cough, and hooks one hand around a charred husk of wood that's managed to stay afloat. All he has to do is steer himself for one of the bulkheads. All he has to do. All he has to do. All he has to do all he has
Tim propels himself forward numbly, mechanically, riding the current where he can. The abrupt shift from hot to freezing leaves him shivering. God, but don't let that mean convulsions. Please don't.