I do not own Jessie.
Emma's POV
"Ahh!" Luke and I screamed as they fell through the air to the icy Atlantic below. I hugged him tightly as we plummeted like stones. I hit something and felt an unbearable pain in my right leg.
"Luke! I think my leg is broken!" He scrambled over to me and touched my ankle. I screamed despite of his delicate hands. It gave me a moment to look around. I realized we had landed on a trash barge. I flashed back to how we got here. We had been running from Ravi, Jessie, and Zuri. They were chasing us across the bridge, when we slipped on a patch of ice. After all, it was winter. Luke and I slipped over the edge and, although it is cliché, landed on a trash barge. Luke seemed remarkably unharmed. I snapped back into reality from the pain in my leg.
"Uggh!" I grunted as I leaned my head back.
"Sorry!" he said as we heard something from above.
"Luke, Emma, are you alright?" It was Jessie. Man, I almost forgot about them.
"We think Emma broke her leg when she hit the ground! Err… barge." Luke called up.
"Oh my god! I'll go get help." I saw Jessie pick up Zuri and run off, Ravi following not too far behind her. I looked over at Luke. He was examining my leg with a cute little frown on his face. His deep brown eyes were looking over my like an X-ray. I smiled at the thought of his impossible-to-count freckles. I giggled. He looked up. Did I really just do that? Suddenly, we felt something grind under the boat. The shocking returned to my leg.
"Crap!" I screamed. He held my leg higher up to keep it still. He made me feel so warm. I peered over the edge of the boat. The water was rising fast.