Then I turn, finding Paedyn slowly sinking toward the bottom of the tunnel. Her eyes have drifted closed, her lips stained an eerie blue. I swim downward, grabbing her by the waist and pushing off the floor to shoot us toward the light. Then I’m shoving her upward until her head peeks through the grate. I vaguely hear her muffled gasp, her choking coughs. Through blurry vision, I watch her pull herself up and over the grate. She made it. She’s breathing. She’s alive. I don’t know that I’ll be able to say the same for me.
oh yeah he love that girl
