Lost Part Three

He coughed up sand.
His throat felt like sand paper. It was hard for him to breathe.
“Hey, someone help this kid out?” A man said.
“I’m not a kid. I’m 14” Axelle tried to say, but all it sounded like was stumbled on words.
A lady in her 20’s ran up to him and carried him away from the crowed for some fresh air.
“Can you breathe?” She asked firmly.
“Yes,” He said coughing.
”Good” She calmed down a bit.
“The name’s Emmet” She said holding out a hand for a shake.
Her hand was warm, and sweaty.
He let go and used his hands sit up properly.
He noticed he was between the wild oceans and the dark forest next to him.