You’re frozen.

Should’ve gone in ten minutes ago, but your feet won’t move. The sound of the water is too much. You can’t breathe.

“The fuck you doin’?” Her voice is rough, barely above a mumble, but it cuts through the haze in your brain.

But she doesn’t wait for you to answer. She just sighs, her arm brushing yours as she checks if you’re good.

“C’mon,” she mutters, her voice soft, “ain’t no reason for you to stand here like a damn ghost.”