Do You?

Nine

     I screamed as Spencer was thrown over the barrier. I struggled harder against the men holding me, and, after a moment, they let go, and ran back to their van. I let them go, I had to get to Spencer.
     I rushed to the other side of the bridge, peering down into the murky darkness. "Spencer?!" I cried out, my voice breaking.
     I heard the van rumble to life behind me, and the squelch of the wheels as it pelted away.
     I began rushing down to the bank of the river, stumbling multiple times; falling once and cutting open my hand. I didn't care I had to reach Spencer. I couldn't live without him.
     I ripped off my shirt before jumping into the freezing river. Holding my breath, I looked around frantically for him. Down, far below me, I saw a figure, seemingly suspended in the frigid current.
     I resurfaced, drawing a deeper, breath, and dove back down. The farther I swam, the deeper Spencer seemed to be, but finally, by some grace, I was able to reach him.
     I wrapped my arms around his torso, and began swimming upwards. My throat begged for air
     I resurfaced once more, gasping and spluttering for the cold air. I quickly swam to shore, and placed Spencer on his back.
     He laid there, motionless, his lips blue, and his skin waxy looking.
    "No no no," I muttered to myself, before ripping the remainder of his shirt off, and starting cpr.
     I placed my together and started chest compressions, pleading for him to wake up all the while. I winced as I heard the all too familiar cracking.
     After countless repetitions of compressions and rescue breaths, he finally started to stir. I sat back to give him space.
     I watched silently as Spencer started coughing hard, removing the water from his lungs. It gushed out of his mouth and nose, and every time he attempted to inhale, it just brought along another coughing fit.
     I scooted back over to him placing my hand on his back reassuringly. He laid back down on his back, gasping violently.
     "Thank-Thank you," he breathed.
     I was overcome with emotion, and I wrapped him in a bear hug, laying on top of him. He wrapped his arms weakly around me.
     "I almost lost you," I sobbed, propping myself up on one arm, and smoothing his hair out of his face with my free hand.
     He looked up at me with half-dead eyes, and gave me a small smile. "I'm not gonna get away from you that easily," he mumbled.
     I laughed, then sniffled. "I love you kid," I whispered, before placing our lips together.
     I pulled away after a moment. Spencer's face now had some color back; a light pink tint on his cheeks, almost too light to notice in the darkness.
     "That was our first kiss." A small smile played at his lips, and he closed his eyes.
     I cupped his face with my hand. "Here, let's get you into something warmer." I stood up, and went to grab my discarded T-shirt.
     I helped him up to his feet, letting him grasp my arm tightly to keep his balance. Then I helped him pull the shirt over his head.
     I cupped his face with both my hands this time, running my thumb against his cheekbone. He nuzzled against me.
     "You're warm," he told me with a chuckle.
     "You sound like shit, kid-"
     "No shit Sherlock, I just inhaled like, twenty gallons of water." He wrapped his fingers around my wrists, and closed his eyes.
     "And that's exactly why we're taking you to the hospital," I told him.
     His eyes fluttered back open. "How? We're missing a tire Derek," he reminded me.
     "Oh yeah, we have a spare," I told him. "Let's get you to the car, ok?"