[His brain is still chugging along - grinding slowly forward. He can hear her, he knows this grip, knows an order, but the actual physical process is slow. From order to motion.]
[Hold onto her. Stretch his legs out. It sounds so damned simple, even though his movements are so damned sluggish. It takes him longer than it should, but, eventually, he's stretched like a steel beam outward, barely buoyant.]
[He struggles, holding his head at an awkward angle, to keep it up.]
[Whatever helps. Whatever she says to do. He'll just focus on holding on, and trying to catch shallow breaths as much as he can.]
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[Hold onto her. Stretch his legs out. It sounds so damned simple, even though his movements are so damned sluggish. It takes him longer than it should, but, eventually, he's stretched like a steel beam outward, barely buoyant.]
[He struggles, holding his head at an awkward angle, to keep it up.]
[Whatever helps. Whatever she says to do. He'll just focus on holding on, and trying to catch shallow breaths as much as he can.]