This is not my best work, it's just i'm having trouble writing the final for Fiery Riot, writer's block and all. So i decided to revisit Jumping, i've had this chapter, half done for quite awhile now, i gave up on it right before i put Jumping on Hiatus. So here is a rough reworked piece of a oneshot.

Zuma's POV

The journey to the beach wasn't long, only about 5 minutes, and when we got there Ryder, Marshall, and Chase were already waiting for us. Marshall immediately got to work trying CPR on the poor pup. One, two, push, one, two, push, one, two, push. Marshall whet to his head and tilted it up and breathed in his mouth. Causing the pup to regurgitate a lot of water, onto the beach and some onto Marshall. Much to Marshall's dislike, which made Chase laugh, earning him a glare from Marshall, making Chase shut up. Marshall loved to laugh but not on missions, he's very serious when it comes to missions, sometimes too serious, but right now a pup's life is on the line. Marshall went back to his paramedic duties. Checking the pup's breathing, checking his pulse, and asking this pup simple questions.

"What day is it?" Marshall asked shining a light in the pups eyes.

"The 26th" the pup coughed out.

"And what's your name?"

"Rocky"

"What's your breed, Rocky", Marshall was taking note of all these answers.

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Um, well some breeds don't react too well to some types of medicines."

"Umm i don't know my breeds. I'm a mutt.", the pup whispered, dropping his head in embarrassment.

"Excuse me?", i guess Marshall has never heard the word mutt, or what it means. Wow, Marshall can be so innocent some times.

"He means a mixed breed, Marshall." Chase interjected.

"Oh, well that's perfectly fine." Marshall said. "Ryder we should probably get him to katies."

"Ok, lets get him loaded into the back of Marshall's ambulance."

The drive over to katie's parlor was uneventful, once we got to katie's i helped him into a bed that katie always had prepared for emergencies. Marshall and Chase were talking to each other outside of katies, and Ryder was telling Katie what happened, and probably flirting based on the blush plastered on his face. But i was more focused on the pup Rocky, i've never seen a mixed breed.

When i got to his room, he was peacefully sleeping the lights were turned off, and his door was open so the hall light streamed through the opened door, illuminating everything except his face. I just stared at him fidgeting in his sleep, asking myself how he might have gotten to the far side of the island by the cliff. I was about to leave, when the pup started to stir.

"Hey, who are you?", Rocky mumbled.

"I'm Zuma, the one that pulled you out of the water.", I answered standing at the entrance of his room.

"W-Why did you save me?", he stuttered.

"That's what i do, i save people for a living mainly people in water."

"No that's not what i meant, why didn't you let me die." he said with tears pooling in his eyes.

"wha-"

"why didn't you let me die? Why?" he sobbed.

"Why would you want to die?" i asked confused, why would anyone want to die. He just stared at me with blank tearful eyes, then turned over without another word.

"But-" he cut me off.

"Just leave" he asked.

"No" i put sternly . "not until you explain what's happening, i can help you."

"What make you think i want your help?"

"You don't have to want it, because you're getting it."

"It's not gonna help. You'll be wasting your time."

"It'll be worth it"

"You'll be wasting my time."

"Wow, for a pup that wants to die you sure care about time a lot."

"Zuma, time to go." Ryder shouted from the end of the hallway.

"Well i gotta go, see you tomorrow.", I didn't take my eyes off him till i left the room, im gonna save that pup one way or another.

Once we arrived at the lookout i immediately laid down in my puphouse, exhausted both physical and mentally, from the days events. No matter how hard i try my thoughts go back to the grey mixed breed laying alone in Katie's pet parlor, why would anybody want to kill themselves, i've heard of suicide, but i never thought anyone would want…. i mean life is fun, i've got friends, a job. Who would ever give up something like that?

Maybe Rocky doesn't have those things. I mean everybody's got someone, Marshall has Chase, Ryder has Katie, and i have…. Well just cause i dont have someone doesn't mean i would kill myself. Maybe Rocky has nobody, maybe Rocky has life bad. He got dealt a bad straw. But that does merit him killing himself. Something must've happened, well whatever it is i'll find it, and i'll help you Rocky. I promise.

Well i told you it was rough. Till next time...