[Third Person].
Meredith was hurled upward, breaking the surface in a violent gasp, coughing as air tore back into her lungs.
Her body shook, and her vision swam.
"Meredith!"
The voice reached her too late.
Her eyes found the riverbank just as the strength left her completely, and darkness closed in.
At the same time, Draven, who had reached the river at a full sprint, felt dread hollowing out his chest as his gaze locked onto the water.
"Meredith!"
He didn't slow down or even show any hesitation. The next second, he plunged into the river, the cold biting hard as he fought the current, following the bond's faint, flickering pull.
His hand brushed her fabric, then her hair, before he seized her and hauled her limp body against his chest.
"No—no—stay with me," he breathed, panic clawing at his throat as he kicked toward the surface.
He dragged her onto the riverbank, his hands shaking as he laid her down. Meredith's skin was cold, and her lips pale.
