In Deep Water: Chapter Three

"What the fuck is going on? Where's Xander?" Sophie and I follow Nathan into a sea of crewmembers, who are moving debris and medical equipment through the halls of Deck Two. The air is thick with the remnants of smoke, making it difficult to breathe.

"Over here, Emily!" Xander waves to them from the medical center, wincing as a nurse dabs his forehead with a damp cloth. He sits on the edge of a cot, his forearms resting on his knees.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" My stomach churns when the cloth comes away red. I glance at a green-looking Sophie as she quickly turns away, her hand going to her mouth.

"Yea, it's just a scratch." Xander quirks a brow at Sophie.

"She's had a thing about blood since we were kids." I explain, shrugging.

Xander thanks the nurse once she places a fresh bandage over the gash. "We're lucky nobody was seriously hurt."

The nurse nods. "Some minor cuts and bruises and one mild concussion."

Xander exhales. "It seems the explosion came from... continue reading Chapter Three at Coffee House Writers.