Your Name Is Precious (And So Are You)
It was as if hands had surged up from the quickly deteriorating ground underneath him, grabbed his legs and pulled him along with the current. Their head got shoved under, and it might have hit a rock, but the pressure in his ears and the ice blue death trying to force it's way into his mouth took much more of his attention. They thrashed and kicked, but it did nothing. Wasn't he swimming? He never learned how, but wasn't this what the other kids did? Why wasn't it working The waves threw them around like a dog with a new chew toy and Ranboo thought he would be ripped apart. His head hadn't surfaced once since being thrown under, and his little fourteen year old lungs couldn't hold their breath anymore. The only thing Ranboo could do was shut his mouth. His mind was completely blank--nothing but the rushing blues and black surrounding them. He remembered this. He remembered this too well. He was going to die. There was no kind firefighter