Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My jeans stuck to my skin, but the heat seeped into my bones,
and I started to feel better minute by minute.
Will shook, though, his knee bobbing up and down in short
spurts.
I wrapped my arms around him, trying to help. “We’re
okay,” I told him. “Just breathe.”
But he groaned like he was in pain, and I squeezed his
arms, trying get the blood pumping or something. Anything.
But he was ice cold and not calming down.
What the hell?
“Will, are you okay?” Winter asked.
“He’s shaking,” I told her. “Come here.”
She came down on the floor, following my voice and
crawling, and I took her arm, pulling her on top of him, both
of us sandwiching him.
“GGet him fucking warmed up,” I told both of us.
“You’re okay,” she said, straddling him and hugging his
chest.
“I almost drowned,” he choked out, his breath ragged.
“Again.”
“Shhh,” I soothed him, holding him, because that was all I
could do.
There was nothing that would erase what I did, only to
hate myself more, because I’d done it at all.
I wasn’t sure if Winter knew what he was talking about,
but she just held him, not saying anything.
“I feel like something is chasing me, man.” He wouldn’t
stop shivering. “Like it’s only a matter of time.”
I cupped Winter’s face with one hand and him with the
other, just holding them both.
“I can’t stop shaking,” he said. “Fuck, I’m cold.”
“It’s okay.” I held him tighter, not knowing what to do to
bring him down.