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"What were you thinking?"

One of the ladies asked as they picked him up and bore him with them to the rise of the shore. He didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore but as things was going, it seemed as though he had no choice at all.

The put him on the shore and began to perform the first aid surgery. The mouth to mouth thingy that would toss him back to consciousness.

The lips of the lady felt warm in his and he could feel the pleasure driving a screw into his sanity. Then he puked the salty water.

He flipped his eyes open but he could tell that his sense of reasoning wasn't as sharp as it used to be.

The vision was blur but he could still hold the ladies in his gaze. He could see that they were trying their best in bringing him back to life.

He had no idea why they were that bent on having him come back to life. Matter-of-factly, he was in fantasy. Like he was living in his fantasy and he wouldn't possibly die there.