Goods POV:
I grabbed Jef's arm, tugging at it with all my might, my knees digging into the sand, water sloshing around my legs and feet. Jef's body didn't rise to the surface though. I felt like someone was pulling him down. My teeth gritted together as my nails dug into Jef's skin. It was like I was playing tug of war with someone and Jef was the rope. "Come on." I grunted. "A little help here?!" I shouted, seeing guards rush over. They took a place higher on Jef's arm, pulling on it.
Jef seemed to slip away from whatever was pulling him down, launching out of the water. Water splashed as Jef fell onto me, his eyes half-way closed. "No, don't die on me!" I cried out, shaking him. Jef's hair was slick, dripping with sea water. His skin felt slimy and the skin on his fingers looked as though they were starting to wrinkle.
Guards and people surrounded us. Jef was on his hands and knees as I shook him, hitting his back. Jef began to cough, sounding rather painful. Water emerged from Jef's mouth, flowing out as he vomited it up. Water left Jef's lungs, rushing out of his mouth and onto the sand. He began to cry, moving to hug me. I buried my head into his shoulder. Jef could've died.
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'~WARSICK: Behind The Mask~' Jefhalo Edition-Book 2
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