"Cough, cough, fuck...' Jake swore after yet another retching that ended in a cough of blood.
His crushed rib cage had damaged many organs and arteries, including his lungs and heart. With his constitution and vitality, he could withstand such a level of damage, but the fractured and sharp bones of his ribs and sternum were pricking his muscles and organs with every movement, gradually flooding his punctured trachea.
As he struggled to reach the shore, his vision gradually blurred as he was losing blood and his oxygen level kept dropping dangerously. His limbs were getting heavier and his dyspnea was getting worse by the second.
"No! It won't do! "
If he continued like this, he would faint in the next few minutes, long before reaching the beach. If this happened while he was still in the water, the tragic conclusion would undoubtedly be his drowning.
