It had been a few hours, the water was now up to their chests.
"S-S-S-Sarge, I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so c-c-cold."
"Poncherello you're freezing, please will you take me coat now?"
"I c-c-c-can't t-t-t-take y-y-y-your c-c-coat," Ponch replied. Getraer started to take his coat off anyway.
"S-S-Sarge, d-d-don't worry, I'm n-n-n-not that c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-cold any m-m-more."
"Poncherello, are you ok? You're shivering. Your skin is cool, and starting to look a little pale." Ponch moved slightly closer to Getraer.
"W-W-Why are w-w-we h-h-here?" Ponch asked. Getraer looked puzzled,
"Poncherello, we are here because of the rain, don't you remember?"
"N-N-N-Not really," Ponch said, his eyes started closing, he was losing consciousness. Getraer was freaked out, and then the next thing he knew, Ponch fell under the water when he lost consciousness, Getraer grabbed him and pulled him up above the water.
"Poncherello! Frank can you hear me!?" Getraer yelled as he tried to keep Ponch's head above water. He got no response. Soon he thought he heard voices.
"HELP US PLEASE!" he yelled. Someone started pulling rocks away from the entrance.
"Sarge, is that you in there?" came the voice of Jon Baker.
"Yes, Jon! Help us please! I'm cold, and your partner is frozen!" Getraer yelled.
Meanwhile…
Getraer laid in a nice warm bed, he didn't remember getting here, but he did remember that Ponch was taken to the hospital too. He saw Jon over in the corner of the room.
"Baker, is Poncherello ok?" he asked. Jon looked at him with a sad expression.
"No, Sarge. Ponch died just a few minutes ago," Jon said sadly, Getraer's eyes filled with tears. 'No he couldn't have.' He thought.
Meanwhile…
Getraer woke up, and found out he was still in the cave, he had just been day dreaming or something. He looked over and saw Ponch shivering and as close to Getraer as he could get for body heat.
"S-S-Sarge, y-y-y-you ok?" Ponch asked.
"I'm fine, h-h-h-how are you feeling?" Getraer asked, he was starting to get cold too.
"C-C-C-Cold, but c-c-c-calm," Ponch replied calmly.
"P-P-P-P-Poncherello, I have to admit, I-I-I-I thought I'd l-l-l-lost you. You were s-s-s-so quiet," Getraer said.
"S-S-Sorry, I w-w-w-was g-g-getting t-t-t-t-tired," Ponch said.
"Try to stay awake please, Frank. I don't want my dream to come true."
"Y-Y-You d-d-d-d-dreamed I d-died didn't you?" Ponch asked quietly.
"Yeah, it was awful. Are you s-s-sure your ok? You are very cold," Getraer asked. He got no reply. He panicked slightly, he looked down and saw Ponch's eyes were closed.
"Poncherello? Frank can you hear me?" he asked.
"Y-Y-Yeah," Ponch replied quietly, barely above a whisper.
"Frank, please try to stay awake."
"S-S-S-Sarge?"
"Poncherello, let's talk about something to get your mind of sleeping," Getraer said when Ponch finally opened his eyes.
"What are you doing for Christmas next week?" Getraer asked.
"Christmas?" Ponch asked puzzled, he started to close his eyes again.
"Poncherello, please, I know it's hard, but keep your eyes open. I don't wanna lose you," Getraer said. Ponch didn't seem to respond much to that, he just moved a little, and then closed his eyes again.
"Frank?" Getraer asked, he got no reply.
"Frank?" Getraer asked again a little more panicked this time. Still no reply.
"Oh, God, please don't let my dream come true. Poncherello is so young, he has so much life left to live. Don't let him die please. We haven't had the chance to be friends yet," Getraer prayed.
To Be Continued
