As he searched for the two cops who recently disappeared, which was you and one of your colleagues, you just let the water of the river carry you around, floating on it as you moved. You groaned in your dream which played in your mind right after you blacked out from the impact of the fall, dying as the moon painted red, waking up alive. You gasped as you felt the freezing water you were in, almost getting it in your lungs. You coughed loudly, trying to steady yourself on the water. Your head hurt like hell, your body was sore all over, your eyes closing again. And it was the worst you've felt, even if compared to all those bullets you've taken, all the slits you've been gifted. And you thought,

"Help me...no...drown me...Ugh, I just can't decide..."

But you were just a castaway. Who would care if you died or not? You ain't got no time to think, though. You were running out of time. Decide, decide, decid- And he grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the river. He had found you after hearing your coughing.

"You alright?"

He asked, his face firm.