Jet curled himself as much as he could around his fiance, trying to keep him warm even as the water saturated his clothing. He couldn't feel anything below the waist, he couldn't feel anything past his elbows and the feeling was spreading.

"You should sleep, Al. When you wake up, we'll be back in the tower."

He could feel the older man getting colder and not just from the water, his life was fading and Jet would rather the German die in his arms or just give in to the blood loss Jet knew was threatening him; it would be better if Albert was out cold and spared the pain of drowning.