[Denali’s POV]
Burning. My lungs are burning, and my body is freezing. I can feel a cold floor beneath me, but it is solid, so why am I wet? Everything is confusing, and I don’t know what’s going on.
Groaning, I begin to pry my eyes open, but the world around me is blurry. Blinking a few times, I manage to get things to become clear, and I can see Rosco lying on the ground. He isn’t moving, and it is clear from my vantage point that something is wrong.
“Rosco,” I rasp, but my voice is barely a whisper. “Rosco, wake up.”
He doesn’t move; he doesn’t even flinch at the sound of my voice, and as I look closer, I can see blood beginning to pool beneath him.
“Rosco,” I repeat, more strongly, but he continues to not move. “Rosco!”
Slowly, I attempt to lift my body, but it is so damn heavy.
