"Dazai!"

Blaise's eyes were flying open and he was shooting across the distance before the basilisk was even fully collapsed. He saw, in dragging slow-motion, as Dazai's body went limp. The knife slipped from his fingers and fell by his feet. A second later, Dazai followed. Knees first, then the rest of him followed in limp collapse. Blaise was just a second too late to catch him, and Dazai dropped to the ground with a

splash!

His head bounced against the stone.

Blaise kneeled to roll Dazai over so his face wasn't in the water, and let out a relieved breath when his best friend coughed out blood and water. Still breathing. Still alive. It shouldn't have been a concern but it was, starkly beating against Blaise's rib cage. A pit of horror and worry made it hard for him to breath. But he needed to keep his own head above water, if he wanted to get a grip on the situation.