Gavin goes under for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, and this time it’s worse - this time for a moment he can’t work out which way is up, the water around him a churning mass of strong currents and disorienting flashing lights from the police boats scanning the area. This time he’s sinking and by the time he finally struggles back to the surface (legs aching, lungs on fire, choking choking choking on the sour polluted brine of the harbour) he thinks if he goes under again he might not make it.
It must have been going on three hours by now, stranded out here after their escape plan went wrong, and there’s only so long that anyone can tread water, and in the haze of pain and fear and exhaustion all he can really think, hysterically, is thank God for all the swimming practice I got during summer swimmy bevs.
three sentences is hard for longwinded me ;A; lol
so remember that mayvin backstory i said i might write for heroes. that might be a thing. IDK i kind of want to write it now aha~