I was being revived, although I knew that I was alive, awake and well. I spluttered the water outside of my system, heaving painfully when it all came out. It surprised me that I should have been unconscious yet I was here, lying down on the soft grass while my eyes met the glistening irises of a silhouette of a man.
His eye was fear-stricken as his hand pushed down on my chest to get all the water out. His dishevelled hair had stuck to his forehead as he had tried to get my eyes to flutter open. Unconsciously, I reached my hand out to hold the side of his face in an attempt to reassure him that I was doing fine.
He stopped moving and stared down at my face, the sweat beading his forehead trickling down his temples. His large hand came to clutch mine that rested on his face, which he rubbed brushed with his finger.
"I am sorry," he said with his eyes closed. "I shouldn't have let you enter that cursed realm. I should have gone first instead of you."
