Just as Ziggy suspected, the bloodied water led him to the other side of the bridge's pile cap where Darryl tied himself and Willow. They were both unconscious and the only thing that was keeping them afloat was the jacket that was tied on the metal.
"Darryl, Willow..." Ziggy swam toward them with urgency. The ocean water that surrounded them was already deep red signifying how much blood Darryl had been bleeding through.
Looking at the two, Ziggy had a hard time deciding who to save first. Darryl was bleeding thoroughly while Willow's complexion was turning violet and as a doctor himself, Ziggy knew both needed immediate medication. However, he cannot carry or pull them to the shore together. It had to be one at a time.
"Sweetie," Ziggy cupped Willow's head and shook her, trying to check if she was still breathing. "Willow, can you hear me?"
As Ziggy had his full attention to Willow, he felt Darryl moved. He turned to him and saw him opened his eyes.
