In Too Deep

Chapter 2 POV: Wrong About All Of It

Lemony Snicket was having a very fantastic day, a phrase which here means "absolutely terrible and filled with copious amounts of sarcasm."

He barely heard his own scream when the wave crashed over him and tumultuously pulled him back into the deep, rushing water. How typical.

The shock of the freezing cold water shot him straight back into reality. He tried to kick and struggle his way to the surface, but another gigantic wave crashed straight onto him, sending pieces of debris smashing into him. A particularly large piece of driftwood slammed straight into his side, and he made a very big mistake at that moment.

Disregarding the fact that he was underwater, he let out a shriek of pain, water rushing into his mouth and nose.

Well. I'm going to die, he thought, coughing and clawing his way towards the surface. The strong currents pulled him every which way, and he wasn't sure which way was up anymore. He was being slammed around and pulled into an odd section of the valley, and his hand broke the surface.

He lost all energy at that point, weakly sinking. His lungs burned, even though they were half-full of water anyways.

He gave up and let the water rush into his mouth and nose. It's what he deserved after murdering Hangfire in cold blood and turning his back on his friends.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms around his middle and someone pulling him to the surface. As he surfaced, he tried to breathe, and found it seemingly impossible. He struggled against the person weakly, and heard a familiar voice exclaiming something. "Snicket, stop struggling, or so help me, I will let you drown!"

At this, he went completely limp. He hurt too much to try and breathe at that point, and was honestly past the point of caring. Asinine forest. Asinine seaweed. 

He felt himself being hauled onto semi-dry land. Someone, he still couldn't quite figure out who, had their arms around him, and he felt someone's lips on his. Everything in his brain was too muddled and murky. He felt the life slowly being coaxed back into him, felt how sharp the chill really was. Whoever had saved him muttered a mix of comforts and swear words. "Come on. Just breathe, Snicket, deep breaths. Deep breaths." He was unsure if he recognized the voice now, and tried to say something, anything, but ended up choking on the seemingly endless seawater in his lungs. Coughing up saltwater, he tried to sit upright, but whoever it was stopped him, a gentle hand on his back as he collapsed into their arms. He shivered as the water left his lungs, coughing and heaving exhaustedly.

"You really need to be more careful! You weren't breathing, you could have died, Snicket!" Moxie Mallahan exclaimed at him, sighing hard and probably closing her eyes as he coughed and shivered, but it sounded like she was crying,too. It made him feel bad that she was so upset over him of all people. "Why.." He muttered,and was cut off by a sudden onslaught of painful coughing, expelling water from his lungs terribly. "It's alright. Breathe, Snicket, breathe. And don't try to talk." 

He leaned softly into his friend's embrace, her rubbing his back, all of a sudden very, very weak and tired. He'd swallowed maybe a lake's worth of water, and that wasn't good for him at all. That didn't count what had been in his lungs. Moxie picked up her things and carefully helped him to his feet, then picked him up in the easiest way possible, his arms wrapped around her neck. He tried to take the majority of his weight off of her, but she didn't seem to care. He was pretty light anyways. "What were you thinking?!" She exclaimed, and he shrugged. It hurt, like everything else. He slowly felt his consciousness slipping away from him, the sick feeling fading as he let himself drift off into nothing.