The next time Finn woke up, it was to a sound.
It started distant and muffled. A stirring noise that grew steadily louder and clearer, until it seemed to be right beside his ears.
His eyes snapped open and he lurched upward, grasping at empty air as if his body still remembered drowning, as if it still thought it needed to claw its way to the surface.
Thankfully, the sound stopped immediately he snapped up.
But Finn couldn't pay it any mind yet.
He sat frozen, breathing hard with wide eyes as his mind scrambled to process where he was and what had happened. The last thing he remembered clearly was falling into the water twenty meters from shore. But after that... nothing.
Had he drowned? Had someone pulled him out?
A sharp throb pulsed through his skull and he clutched his head with a grimace. There was pain, but it was manageable. Much more manageable than what he would've thought to experience upon waking up after that ordeal.
