Peter coughed, the water already gone from his lungs, but his body reacting as if it were still there. Most of his clothing had burned, or was charred to his skin. He twisted to the side, coughing again, already his mind calling out.
Kat? Kat! Kat, where did you go? Did I explode? No, no, not again, Kat! Still inside. Have to get inside.
The burns and broken bones from the explosion had already healed. Peter struggled to sit up, still hardly noticing Mantis, too dazed from the bomb and subsequent drowning.