Nothing seemed real at this point. He couldnâ€™t tell if he was dreaming or simply dying. In the darkness surrounding him, he felt something bump up against his body. Whatever it was quickly left, and he was simply helpless, as if in some sort of limbo where he could feel the water around him, but not do anything about it. He wasnâ€™t even sure if it was water anymore.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he was moving. Something had taken his body into its grip and pulling him up. By this time, he was too far gone. When he broke the surface, something clicked. He wasnâ€™t quite conscious, but he was definitely in a better state. Whatever was surrounding him no longer had the effect of suffocation, though there was something inside of him that was stopping him from getting the precious thing he needed most: air.<br/><br/>Then it hit him. Something in the shape of a ball hit his diaphragm, forcing everything up, including most of the water. His body instinctively made a few coughs, but after that, his mind shut off. His body needed to recuperate from the traumatizing event, leaving whatever was supporting him without any help, not knowing what would happen next.