Logan
Mason sat up straight, eyes fully opened, and inhaling as much air as his lungs could inhale. He's alive. That's all that matters right now. He looks around at all the eyes on him before moving his hands around, feeling the water. 'Why am I sitting in a puddle of water?' He asks it so casually like he hasn't been passed out for a near hour beyond what we were.
'We thought you were dead,' I respond. He seemingly shakes it off.
'But why the water-'
'Because of the healing, you i***t. Stop acting like you don't know why water is involved,' Rose answers.
Mason stands up and looks at Crispen. 'We need to talk, and we need to do it now, alone.' Crispen looks at Mason, confused, wondering what could have possibly happened that he doesn't know.
'Why can't we come with?' Rose asks. I
