His arms and legs ache, his lungs are burning with every breath, but he can't stop. He's so completely focused on getting them to shore that he doesn't even realize when there's suddenly sand and rocks under his feet, cutting him through his socks and he stumbles, but he doesn't let go. Gasping for air, he continues to drag them along with him, splashing through the waves, clawing at the sand for leverage. A part of him wants to turn around see how close the creature is, if they're safe, but he's afraid of what he might see.
"Come on, come on," he chants, as if that will get them out of the water faster. He doesn't know how they're injured and he wants to look, but he wants to get out of the water and it feels like his mind is racing, trying to figure out where to go or what to do next. He's mentally two steps beyond the water already, it's the only way to keep himself from panicking too heavily. Panic isn't going to help anyone.
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Date: 2014-05-24 02:46 pm (UTC)"Come on, come on," he chants, as if that will get them out of the water faster. He doesn't know how they're injured and he wants to look, but he wants to get out of the water and it feels like his mind is racing, trying to figure out where to go or what to do next. He's mentally two steps beyond the water already, it's the only way to keep himself from panicking too heavily. Panic isn't going to help anyone.