Victor was scanning the remains of cave with his binoculars, searching in slits or recesses, any sign of Edna. He looked back a moment, to his old friend sitting next to Sam, trying vaguely that he would not die right there, with guilty look in his eyes.
He looked the area, the cave, the water. For a moment he stopped, he had seemed to see something golden underwater, so he focused, static. In a second where water stood still, he saw a bag and coins around.
That alerted him. They don't had put a bag of coins.
He looked harder, and what at first had not seen, because he was still and he camouflaged, now he is taking shape. It was a body, and there was only one chance of that was.
- Lord…- Victor looked at the Drake- ¡Boys! ¡It's Edna!
- ¿What?- Nathan stood, like his brother.
- ¡She's underwater!- He pointed the place, while both came running.
Sam ran along the coast, ppproaching, watching the light beam how Sullivan had nailed to her, before getting in the water, followed by his brother. He swam as a man possessed and he immersed.
Under water he tried to restrain Edna and wake her, but she was limp. Nathan touched his arm and he indicated pull her, while he held to the rock and he pulled with all his strength.
The youngest of the Drake had to pull several times, almost to tearing, so that the gap would be broadened enough, and allowed his brother her out. Immediately both they were catapulted to the surface, holding her, swimming to shore.
They walked on all fours once they reach land, dragging the body of Shaareim.
Nathan put his ear to her chest, for one second.
- God...- He straightened a bit- Nothing, not breathing. Sam...
He looked at his older brother, down on his knees as it had come, dripping water, even holding one arm of Edna, paralyzed.
- ¡Sam!- He hit his shoulder firmly.
- ¿W-What?- He looked at him, finally.
- You give her air, I'll take care of the rest.
- Yes… Yes…
The young Drake settled into her chest, looking for the right spot. He put the heel of his hand in the middle and he began to press, rhythmically, while Sam settled her face and he bent down, half to notice if she breathing, and half to prepare for his task.
Behind them, Sullivan watched, ready for what it was.
As Nathan stopped, Sam blew hard in her mouth, repeatedly, trying to fill her lungs with air. Then he stopped, giving way to his brother.
And for almost a minute, It is all they did. But Edna did not return, and it was quite likely that she did not.
Nathan stopped massaging her chest, sighing, rendered, while his brother looked at him expectantly.
- ¿What do you do?- Samuel said- ¡Keep going!
- Sam... She doesn 't answer…
- ¡Not if you do not keep going!
- Brother… We recovered her at least... and...
- ¡Do not even think about it!- He pulled back a little, distressed.
Denied, Samuel returned the cardiac massage, blowing occasionally, is returning to her chest. Even so, nothing happened.
- Sam...- Nate told, gently- Leave her…
- Don't…- He kept pressing, with eyes filled with tears- Edy... please... For more than you want… Wake up…
- Sam...- He watched Victor approached to support his hand on his shoulder.
- Edy- He murmured- Do not leave me... Do not do this to me...
But after a couple of subsequent massages, the inert woman opened her eyes as if lightning had struck her and she opened her mouth, wanting to inspire air that for some reason, not progressed.
- ¡God!- Nate is frightened, almost falling backwards.
- ¡Edna!- Sam shook her.
- ¡She's locked!- Said Victor- ¡Turn her upside down, hit her back!
Samuel turned to women and he began to hit her back, hard. She spat some water and she began to cough, hard, catching her breath.
- Calm…- Told Sullivan- Take your time, girl.
Nathan approached his brother, and he take his shoulder. He looked at his wet eyes, loaded relief and he nodded.
Sam stood beside her, rubbing her back, hearing her cough, spitting water, and recover very slowly. Also he trying to recover himself, the soul had left his body.
- God...- Edna lay face up, coughing, agitated.
- ¿How do you feel?- Sam asked, sitting beside her, touching her head.
- Everything… hurts me… -She coughed- I swallowed water... wildly… I breathed... water...
- ¿Did you break something?- Victor asked.
- Not that I remember…- She rubbed her chest- God... My chest hurts... horribly...
- That was me- Sam smiled, with red eyes- I am sorry…
- ¿What happened?- She looked around, realizing that something did not fit- I don't... ¿What?
- You'll drowned- Said Victor- They brought you from water, dead.
- ¿Dead?- She was surprised.
- They need a good time to bring you back, but Samuel took it too seriously.
- Well... I appreciate... that...- She took one hand of Samuel.
For a moment she stood still, with eyes closed, with Sam taking her hand firmly.
- ¿Edna?- He call her, patting her hand.
- I'm fine… Calm dawn- She opened her eyes- I'm just... tired...
- I get it.
- Nate- She looked at the brother- If you want to swim... where I was there should be a bag with coins... of gold… real...
- ¿Where did you get it?- He asked.
- They fell over me...
- ¿So much faith you had to get out of there?- Sullivan smiled.
- On the contrary... I thought if you turned to find my corpse, at least… you would a gift.
- Moron- Samuel smiled, emotional.
- Samy- She raised her hand to pat his chest- Calm... This old lady is a bad weed. And a bad weed never dies…
- Do not do that again- He took her hand, serious- Swear it.
- ¿What? ¿Beat your chest?
- Give your life...
- It is assumed which this is the last time you mess me in adventures like this...
- Edy...
- Yes… Yes…- She closed her eyes- I swear… Now let me revive peace...
Samuel bent down, to kiss her forehead hard, a couple of times, making her smile.
