Blood mingled with chlorine as Emily pushed herself against the door. She didn’t panic, not now. She’d had quite enough of hysterical laughter. More physics was coming her way. There was enough water pushing against the door that she didn’t have the strength to actually move it. Maybe if she were feeling better, but not right this moment. She let the fluid rush in, circling around her legs. All she had to do was wait for the pressure on her side of the door to be equal to the pressure on the other side of the door and voilà, it would open.
She waited, but Gabriel didn’t. He tugged her away from the door, hefting the gun up in his uninjured had.
“Oh my god,” she said, “haven’t you had enough?”
“When you’re dead.”
“I am not okay with that.” She slapped at his good hand and the gun tumble
