Snippet #2313048

Was he awake?

Valdimar opened his eyes, then reacted to the fact that he had barely any oxygen. He got up, turned over onto all fours, and tried to cough, the water violently coming out as hacked hard enough for him to tear up. The pain leaving slowly his neck, he felt a different feeling, queasily he tried to hold it down but to no avail, he vomited the rest of the water all over the sand beneath him.
"Aw shit, I wonder if they'll still let me have the job?" He mumbled. There was still the question of whom had saved him. He tilted his head up. There were a few people surrounding him. He flopped onto his back, careful to keep away from the puke as it dissolved into the white sand. He slicked his hair back away from his eyes, trying to find the most disappointed face, it was usually the one who had pulled him out of danger, or in this case death. His breath softened, and his eyes fell upon some red-headed dude.
"I'm not dead yet" His voice sounded a lot better than he had expected. Sitting up, he looked at who he was with, a very nervous girl... What was her name again? Lana! Well, his entire rep would have to be won back from everybody on the beach but, at least he might get a chance to get to know her better. That was, if she could look past the dark sand that he had just puked on. "Hey Lana, I'm guessing you're the one who caught me mid fall?"