"Don't let go," I choked, scrabbling at his arm with my free hand, hardly able to see past the tunnel vision.

My body hung in nothingness, my only anchor to life Soren's hands, strong, but failing as he struggled to hold on to my wrist.

My vision tunneled.

My chest seized to take air.

"I've got you," he grunted, and my free hand found the rocky overhang he was half-hanging over as he pulled himself back.

Then I was on solid ground, choking, gasping for air and trying not to hyperventilate.

You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.