Sian paddled furiously through the churning waves, his heart racing as he clutched the small child tightly in his arms. The salty water splashed against his face, but he pressed on, determined to reach the safety of the shore. As he finally stumbled onto the golden sand, the weight of the child still in his grasp, a surge of anxious faces surrounded him. The crowd pressed in, their voices rising in a cacophony of concern and curiosity, blocking out the roar of the ocean behind him.
Exhausted and filled with frustration, Sian scowled. His muscles burned from the relentless effort of battling the relentless waves to reach the child. Now, a group of people stood in his way, their presence like a suffocating barrier that threatened to choke off the precious airflow needed to revive the unconscious boy. Anger rose within him as he fought against the tide of bodies.
His patience snapped.
