Checking His Air
The pressure from the tongue squeezing him was unbearable, and he quickly realized his air supply was dwindling.
Fumbling in the dark, he yanked his gauge closer, heart pounding as he saw how little oxygen he had left. “Gotta think, Ethan,” he told himself.
He couldn’t afford to panic, not yet. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan, but the rising tide of anxiety kept crashing into him.