[The water rushed around them as he pulled her back to the surface. And soon enough, she was back on dry land- she needed the support at her back, given the paralysis freezing her body.
Thankfully, she was still conscious. Her eyes and throat and everything else _stung_, but after a couple of shaky gasps that seemed far too drawn out, the patting on her back is enough- and she's able to throw up most of the awful water. Once- twice- then a few more shaky coughs- and finally, her haggard breathing began to sound more normal.
Still drenched, covered in grime and pondweed, but starting to come back.
And as her vision started to clear, Mukuro tried to speak. A croaky gurgle that almost sounded like an apology.
It wasn't an apology for her carelessness, though. It was an apology she thought he deserved, for the fact that she was likely to survive.]
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Thankfully, she was still conscious. Her eyes and throat and everything else _stung_, but after a couple of shaky gasps that seemed far too drawn out, the patting on her back is enough- and she's able to throw up most of the awful water. Once- twice- then a few more shaky coughs- and finally, her haggard breathing began to sound more normal.
Still drenched, covered in grime and pondweed, but starting to come back.
And as her vision started to clear, Mukuro tried to speak. A croaky gurgle that almost sounded like an apology.
It wasn't an apology for her carelessness, though. It was an apology she thought he deserved, for the fact that she was likely to survive.]