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"BREE!" He yelled as soon as he came, and immediately scanned the ground. He picked up the longest branch he could find and reached it towards the girl, "Grab this!" The water didn't look too clean, and it was worrisome to think about, now that the wound problem has crept into his mind. The situation grew wary as soon as he started stretching forward, and there was absolutely nothing big enough behind for him to grab onto.
Shit. Dammit. ****. The stick wasn't long enough, he realized, but he tried relentlessly whatever he could to get himself closer to her. Why this? The gloomy water below him looked unwelcoming, and his feet was already right on the edge by now.

Her head surfaced for a split second, and she desperately tried to grab the branch. Her fingers brushed it, and then she sank. Her cut was burning, her body felt exhausted, she just wanted to give up. She forced herself to break the surface again, take a big gulp of air, and she went back under, once again failing to grip the branch, and this time, she didn't resurface. She was tired. Her body ached.

Quinn didn't want to wait, so he jumped into the water. As he transcended, movement felt more heavy beneath the swamp as he proceeded forward. Once he was close enough, he put his arms below the thighs, easily raising her up above the water. "It's okay! I got you now!" The boy also hated getting wet, and his hair was damp now. (He probably looked stupid.) Quinn carried her back to the land, and laid her down. Guilt arose from his chest as he looked down on her.