By the time Djem comes-to properly, it's been a couple of hours since they made impact with the water. Unlike some of the others, however, he wasn't lucky enough to wash ashore all neat and tidy.
He has no memory of finding the suitcase he's clinging to or how long he's been out; only that his arms ache and he's slipped far enough into the water to wake up sputtering and choking, pulling himself up as best he can. Not an easy feat with the waves and the nausea and the whole 'holy fucking shit I'm in the fucking ocean and Levy and Neph are probably dead and my head hurts really bad god fucking dammit dude.'
The prospect of swimming to shore isn't one he's looking forward to - it's only a mile or so if his guess isn't totally off, but he also knows he's scared, he's tired, and he's in pain.
This is why he classes himself as an 'indoor' type of guy. You know what doesn't happen to computer nerds who're wrapped up at home right now? Plane crashes.
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He has no memory of finding the suitcase he's clinging to or how long he's been out; only that his arms ache and he's slipped far enough into the water to wake up sputtering and choking, pulling himself up as best he can. Not an easy feat with the waves and the nausea and the whole 'holy fucking shit I'm in the fucking ocean and Levy and Neph are probably dead and my head hurts really bad god fucking dammit dude.'
The prospect of swimming to shore isn't one he's looking forward to - it's only a mile or so if his guess isn't totally off, but he also knows he's scared, he's tired, and he's in pain.
This is why he classes himself as an 'indoor' type of guy. You know what doesn't happen to computer nerds who're wrapped up at home right now? Plane crashes.
Fuck.