Re: quicklog: gwen/jason on the shore
[Seconds ticked.
Seconds ticked.
Seconds ticked.
Shove and heave. Her lungs hurt, sore and water-heavy, and she panicked. Shove and heave.
That was the very first thing Gwen did, water coming up and the overwhelming urge to get off her back and hurl up the cold and icy Bay in her lungs. She couldn't control it, couldn't tell whoever she'd just shoved to get away. It dribbled past her lips, and it made her stomach turn sick on itself.
She rolled over, hands gripping cold and trembling at the fragmented cement, and she hurled until her shoulders heaved, and until there was nothing else that could come up.
And, oh, God, it hurt.
She didn't even try to turn over. Cheek against that cold and gross cement, she just closed her eyes and dragged in shallow little inhales, wheeze and whistle as her lungs tried to drag in the gulps of air.]