nice to sea you again

He wasn't quite unconscious, but he wasn't really awake either. Things came to him in blurry flashes. Dark water surrounding him. The face of his friend. Pain in his scruff, which was almost lost in the pounding pain of his head. As fresh air brushed over him, he started to kick. Weakly and disoriented, he wasn't even sure which way was up. He was scared, in a way he hadn't been since the day his parents died. It was the mixture of the head wound and the deep water. But when he spoke, his weak voice sounded small and terrified. "Spider. Don't let me go" he croaked. "Don't leave me, not like they did."