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The color seemed to drain from his face as he watched in complete horror at the people being sucked into the pool. He tried to get out of his chair, falling on his backside and scrabbled backwards away from death. His ankle twisted in the wrong direction as he did, but he didn't feel the pain at first He watched Gabe jump in, but he couldn't force anything out of his mouth as he looked in abject fear.

"What the fuck." Who was still standing, who was...his mind looked at the others, and all he was seeing was blurriness to their faces, as if he didn't recognize any of them. He tried to stand, wincing slightly at a pain in his ankle. When did he do that, the pain made it real again, the whole fucking thing real again. The cabin, the pool, the screams...and the death.

"Gabe," it came out in a whisper because truthfully he really didn't want Gabe to repeat those words he just said.

He heard Andy scream for her friend and run over and comfort her, and that sort of woke him up, wait where was Charlie, she said something about a smoke. He looked for the blond, where the fuck did she go, did she just miss that whole thing.

He stood this time, and the pain went up his leg, "Fuck."