Black Hawks

My coughs choked into a scream as I stepped off the edge of the bowl accidentally.
I'm falling, I thought loosely, laughing to myself.
I was too delirious to actually notice that I was plummeting to my death.
How pathetic.
My body smashed against what felt like concrete, but seconds later I realized that it was water, and it had somewhat broken the fall. I hit the water so hard, I heard a bone somewhere snap. My vision was still blurry. I felt high or something, like this wasn't actually happening, like I was simply someone watching this all happen from another person's body.
I looked up at the surface of the water as I floated down.
This is it, I thought. My vision was nothing more than blobs of color, and my eyes were numb and swollen from the foul water.
Everything started to go even fuzzier and darker, and my whole body seemed to just...give up.
I hope Harper and Ash make it, at least. Then maybe I won't have died in vain, I thought. I laughed to myself, officially letting out the last of my -already faltering- air supply.
This is so stupid, I thought. Here I am, hoping for someone else's life that I barely even know, while I'm passing out oh so slowly, practically just begging for death now.
My thoughts turned almost as cloudy as my vision, so I closed my eyes, hoping that death would have some damned mercy and take me more quickly.
I took one last look at the hateful world around me and took a big breath of water through my nose and mouth. My lungs started to sting and burn from the putrid water and lack of air, but at this point I was beyond saving. Surely this was another one of my stress dreams.

They're the Black Hawks, and they need a new recruit.