Swim |Klance

water grave

(Keith's POV)

It happened so quick yet everything was in slow motion. I recall swimming to land. The more I swam towards it the more I drifted from it. I was caught it a rip current. I wanted to scream for help, but the waves quieted the sounds. All I could here was the water swallowing me in. I had no idea what to do. I was scared. In shock, I screamed out for help for one last time. 

I was an average swimmer. I knew how to float, but my stamina wasn't the most suitable for swimming a long time. In one final wave, I was swallowed whole. I was too exhausted from swimming and panicking. Everything turn black. I was aware of what was going on. I was drowning. Yet, I had no idea what was going around me. It felt like hours, but in it all happened in a couple of minutes. I gave in to the ocean. I was going to die. I closed my eyes, hoping that no one will find my body. For I have already found my grave.

...

Light. Air. Sand. Touch.I lived. People surrounded me. Somebody saved me. I didn't move. I didn't want to move. My ears were ringing, my sight faded. I went back to sleep.I woke up in a hospital. Curtains were drawn, letting light pass through the window. I was in a room with other people. Each person had there own corner. Each person had flowers and "get well soon" balloons... except me. 

A nurse walked in the room with a tray of food and a glass of water. As soon she lay the tray on me and placed the glass next to me. I jerked. Afraid I was going to go trough the traumatic experience ever again. "What's wrong? Are you not hungry?" I nodded. She smiles and continues to check on my vitals. 

I was in the hospital for days. Not because I was dying or sick. I was dehydrated. Unable to drink water, in fear that in some way the water will go down the wrong pipe and I'll die. The doctors and nurses encourage me to drink some water. 

Sooner or later, I was sick of the hospital. I wanted to get out of here, and the doctors won't release me if I don't start drinking water on my own. 

Just a sip. Just a sip. 

You drunk water before, you can do it again! My dry lips made contact with straw. My hands shaking as I hold the cup. 

Don't die. Don't go down the wrong pipe. Don't- 

I took a sip of water. And it was so refreshing. The cool water comforts my throat. I didn't die. "I DIDN'T DIE!" I'm so proud of myself, now I can go back home and everything will be like it was. The doctor let me go after weeks sitting in my lonesome bed. 

On the way home, I drink a whole plastic bottle! It was a piece of cake. The moment didn't last long. 

It was time for my first bath in weeks. I smelled and I knew I needed a bath. I didn't want to take any chances so I prepared for the enviable. With floaters and a snorkel on I turn on the tap. The water fill up the tub. I know a tub of water shows no sign of danger. But that was then, and now I can't get one toe in. 

A shower would be best. At least, I'm confident I won't drown in a shower. I drained the tub slowly and carefully. Then, I turn the shower head on. As I took my shower, I often hold my breath when the water make contact on my body. It was a slow and anxious experience. Other then that my life hasn't change that much. It stayed the same until I met him. 

AN: You can expect another update every month! It will either at the beginning or the end of the following month! It's good to be back and I want to know. What do you expect from this book? What do you want to happen? Message me and maybe we can work something out! 

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