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Wyatt couldn't breathe. Her lungs burned and she was panicking. Kie was gone. Wyatt no longer felt her shoes on the ladder, so she grabbed the next best thing: the ladder itself.
Black spots appeared in her vision. With the last of her energy, Wyatt pulled herself up the ladder and towards the light through the water. Was she dying?
Am I dying?
She closed her eyes, barely conscious, and stuck her hand through the water onto the street.
Something grabbed her, and she felt her body pushing against the water until she broke free. Immediately, Wyatt took a huge breath of air, coughing and gasping as she was laid on her side on the road.
With every cough, water exited her lungs until there was no more, and she felt like she was choking on air.
"Oh, my God," Kie cried, having had her own coughing fit while Wyatt was still submerged. "We thought you died!"
"Holy shit, Wy," JJ panted, patting her back as she rolled onto her stomach, exhausted.
"We thought you were dead!" Pope sighed.
"We thought you fucking died, bro!"
Wyatt was still laying on her side, heaving, but managed a weak smile. "A little water's not gonna kill me."
Kie laid down next to her, and the girls did their secret handshake, ending it with a snap.
Kie grasped Wyatt's hand and held it tightly. "I was so scared when you didn't come up. I felt you grabbing me, and then you didn't come up for like two minutes and–"
She cut herself off, crying. Wyatt squeezed her hand.
Pope finished for her. "We really thought you were gone."
Wyatt felt herself being pulled into a hug. It smelled like JJ. She was so tired.
"Oh, yeah," she panted, grabbing something she'd tucked into the waistband of her shorts while she was down there. "Here you go."
Still in the hug, she handed the gun to Pope, who took it with wide eyes.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
JJ's chest vibrated as he laughed. "We're gonna get this son of a bitch, man."
Kie smiled and sighed in relief. "When did you find that?"
"After the water started rising," Wyatt answered. "Just before I started drowning."
She was joking, smiling even, but she was terrified. She'd just had a glimpse of what her sister must've felt when she died. The fear, the helplessness.
