I spotted a gorgeous little fish, the Yellowstripe Basslet, with its prom-dress-pink body and yellow racing stripe.
My body felt a little denser that day, perhaps because of all the rich food we'd been eating, or perhaps because we'd be leaving soon, and before long I was at the bottom of the ocean.
Suzanne had her back to me, watching some long, skinny Trumpetfish buoy along, when my flipper stirred up the sand and rocks below me. The sand came to life, whirling around me, and my leg felt hot. Pain. I struggled to breath. Pain.
I waved for Suzanne, but she was so far away. I looked down and saw a trail of blood pluming from my leg.
The blood was beautiful, like the feathery coral, fanning out.
I yelled for Suzanne, but she couldn't hear me, not through the equipment on my face and all the water.
Suzanne!
The blood plumed up, tinging the water.
I've never been good with the sight of my own blood.
It makes me faint.