Lone Warrior: Chapter 2-Drowning in disbelief: Continued (Again and again))

To my relief, the hand was attached to an arm, and the arm to a torso. A red haired head bobbed up to the surface. "Megan!" I chocked.
Megan didn't respond. "Megan? Megan? MEGAN!" I screamed.
She lay there, stiff as a board, floating above the water. I wracked my brains, trying to conjure up what could have happened. Firstly, she could have hypothermia. I quickly un-zipped her gray sweater and pulled off her shoulders, letting it drift away. She could have also been bitten by an un-recorded sea creature that nobody knew about that released a poison so strong that it killed you within seconds. I highly doubted the second option, but hey, I was panicking. Then a thought struck me, this had happened to Megan before...and in the water as well. I hurriedly searched her pant pockets until I found what I was looking for. A blue and silver inhaler with her name on it, literally. I inserted it between her purple-looking lips and gave three sharp puffs. Megan took in one, shaky breath and then another. She continued doing that until her breathing slowed and her chest stopped pounding. She coughed up one more mouthful of salt water and then lay on her back, quivering. "You okay?" I asked between breaths.
Megan nodded, still finding it difficult to breathe. Until that point, I had been treading water. My arms ached and my legs felt numb with cold. We had to get out of the water before one of us died of drowning or hypothermia, at the moment, none of them sounded appealing. I rolled over onto my back, heaving great gasps and spitting out seaweed. That was when I felt a pull at my leg, pulling me under the water.

TO BE CONTINUED...