It takes a moment to figure out which way is up, but once Sinclair gets his bearings, that's when the adrenaline kicks in.
They're in the bathysphere, in a room that is quickly filling up with water. The door of the bathysphere is crumpled and leaking and he needs to get out of there. Fast.
But it's not just him. Jack is on the floor of the bathysphere, and there's blood. A lot of blood. Sinclair gets to his knees and shakes him. "C'mon kid, we gotta go," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "We've got about ten seconds before we're fish food, you have to get up." No response. He's still breathing, but there's a dangerously distant look in his eyes. "Kid," Sinclair says again, trying to get an arm under his shoulders to push him up.
"C'mon kid." Jack is dead weight, he doesn't even make a sound. Meanwhile the water is getting up over Sinclair's elbows and time is running out. "Kid," he says. "Jack."
Nothing.
...He has to go. There isn't time for this, he can't save Jack and there's no point in dying with him. He lets Jack sink down into the water and braces himself to kick the door open with his good leg. The water rushes in a little higher and Sinclair pulls himself out into the room where the water is just over waist deep, but he spots a bulkhead on the other side of the room and if he can just...fight this current...
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They're in the bathysphere, in a room that is quickly filling up with water. The door of the bathysphere is crumpled and leaking and he needs to get out of there. Fast.
But it's not just him. Jack is on the floor of the bathysphere, and there's blood. A lot of blood. Sinclair gets to his knees and shakes him. "C'mon kid, we gotta go," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "We've got about ten seconds before we're fish food, you have to get up." No response. He's still breathing, but there's a dangerously distant look in his eyes. "Kid," Sinclair says again, trying to get an arm under his shoulders to push him up.
"C'mon kid." Jack is dead weight, he doesn't even make a sound. Meanwhile the water is getting up over Sinclair's elbows and time is running out. "Kid," he says. "Jack."
Nothing.
...He has to go. There isn't time for this, he can't save Jack and there's no point in dying with him. He lets Jack sink down into the water and braces himself to kick the door open with his good leg. The water rushes in a little higher and Sinclair pulls himself out into the room where the water is just over waist deep, but he spots a bulkhead on the other side of the room and if he can just...fight this current...