Was he really alive? How? How could anyone survive that fall? He didn’t want to live, he was a burden to everyone he spoke with and was around and he was laying here simply numb. Maybe now he was just going to die slowly. He didn’t like the idea of that, his body hurt so bad, why couldn’t he have just died when he wanted too. Sven’s body shivered violently even as the sun beat down on his body the cold water continued to steal his heat away. His breathing was labored and shallow the world continued to come in and out, the sounds vanishing and coming back to him in little flashes of light and blasts of sound. His lungs hurt too unable to draw full breath like they needed it was then between these blasts of light and sound he sensed someone drawing near.
His eyes couldn’t focus it was a white and rust colored figure moving quickly towards him though so blurred he couldn’t really tell what it was. He was firmly anchored for the moment, not to be taken back by the water just yet even if ultimately that was where he wished to go. He wanted to drown, to die, but he wasn’t fully conscious enough to protest or struggle against her lifesaving aid. He might have died slowly if he was let be, perhaps not the way he wished but certainly he would have been lost to the void as his bruised and beaten body succumbed to the cold and lack of oxygen.
Sven could feel it though, the fangs on the scruff the grunts the annoyed growls as she yanked and pulled on his large soaked form further from the water. The first few times of her trying to force the water that had settled in his lungs out were not met with immediate success. He could hear her, his eyes opening up slightly though still they held little light as he watched her pound on his chest. She was yelling at him still pounding on him when finally water came expelling up his throat, spurting everywhere just after her paws crashed done on him once more. He coughed and gaged on it and for the first time he felt air squeeze its way into his lungs though they were still screaming in agony.
He coughed and hacked his eyes still slowly opening fully though everything was still rather blurry. Once the hacking ended he panted heavily the sun finally warming up his black form and finding the rust colored form of his heroine who was finally taking shape and form. She had saved him and thus fully stopped his ability to die this day, and he wasn’t happy. ”I didn’t want saved.” He said the words labored between breaths. His body still felt beaten and battered and tired. He couldn’t get up on his own power even if he wanted too. Why? Why did she save him? He didn’t want to be helped or saved he wanted to die!
”I wanted to die.” He said before coughing more water from his lungs body shaking and eyes closing again. He couldn’t deny it though, the sun on his cold body felt good, slowly the pain that felt like pins and needles in his skin was subsiding but he didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to feel good about being alive. Now what would he do?