Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

In cartoons when a character upchucks after near drowning experience, they draw the cute crabs, the little seashells, and nice blue water. Reality is different. Reality is uglier. Sunhawk's nose burned as vomit and inhaled saltwater came back up, spewing a gangrene-green slush onto the sand. No cute crabs scuttled off, no adorably small seashells. Just lots of nasty, nasty mess.

He rubbed the runoff on his chin off with a paw and fixed Umbra a blank look. Even, what now? His head was still spinning like a drunk's after being tossed out of the whorehouse. It took all he had just to sit up.

"Oh." Sunhawk felt another one coming up and clapped his mouth shut. His throat and cheeks burned, cheeks puffing as he forced the bile back down. "Whassername?" That meant whats your name, but Sunhawk was still concussed and slurring.