Make the most out of no time

The weight was somehow comforting. In the dark the pain was so complete that his body finally gave into shock, and everything sort of melted away. Somehow he did not think death would be like this. He thought it would be quieter, and had always pictured himself alone. Instead the ocean-loud pounding of blood in his ears was an unhappy distraction that the alchemist just wanted to swim away from. Down deeper in the metaphorical depths he was sinking into, Remi felt the cold and chill of unconsciousness. Frigid as it was, it balanced out the excruciating fire-hot pain which had receded smartly into his joints and his lungs. All he wanted to do was go to it, to swim down deeper until, — —Remi! Sam? The voice was so far away, as was the feeling of the man's fingers as they clawed at the dirt. Like watching all of this from miles down, Remi considered with an abstract sort of awareness of the situation. Oh Sam.. The alchemist thought with a smile that was present only in his mind. Do not worry about me, he wanted to say knowing somehow that there were tears on the other man's face. Without permission however, his lungs suddenly forced air into his lungs and life flooded back into his system as dirt coated the back of this throat. Gasping with a wheezing sound, Remi's eyes all but bulged as his lungs fought to inflate despite how his muscles recoiled angrily against the feeling. Lightheaded and delirious with pain, the alchemist coughed and spluttered, trying to free his hands from beneath the blanket of soil to wipe the dirt from his face. remi Too long till I drown in your hands