The strong scent of salt was the first sign something was wrong. The second was the seagulls cry. The third being the pulsating mass on my chest. Eyes snapping open alongside a failed attempt at movement just sold the whole situation. I was greeted by a wide open sky with a few clouds lazily drifting past.
'That's not right.'
Before I could further travel down that line of thought however, whatever was on my chest decided to make its presence known. A sharp pain of a something digging into my chest prompted me to jerk my head up. Well attempted too, I probably looked like a nearly dead fish trying to flop around. In fact the only thing I could move was my eyes and even that felt tiring.
Panic started pumping into my brain no matter how hard I attempted to stop it, unable to scream, unable to move, and now unable to form a coherent thought without the panic throwing everything sideways. This is it. This is how I die. On a random beach I definitely wasn't on earlier at the hands of something I can't even see besides a bit of flesh on the top.
The flesh looked yellow-orange with a blue spot on it? Now think what looks like that and can paralyze me. I'm not a biologist or specialist when it comes to random masses of flesh but it does ring a bell. Specifically I was watching a video a few days ago that mentioned the blue-ringed octopus. If that's what it really is then my respiratory organs are likely to shut down any moment now. Surprised they haven't yet, clearly its been there for a bit if my muscles have already shut down.
Suddenly my eyes caught something red moving up behind me, or maybe above me? All of my neurons were firing at max speed currently. Something about being in the complete unknown, unable to move, and something else approaching me was not doing good things to my mind.
Next thing I know, there is a face looking down at me alongside a generous portion of red-hair. At least its a person, wait that might be worse. Let's hope its not a slaver or something. Trying to speak sounded more like a whimper of a dying beast.
"Need help?"
My new best friend asked. Unfortunately still unable to move all I could do was stare into their eyes and hope I am conveying that yes I very much need help. The angel in human flesh did something with their hands that I couldn't quite see when a whip of water smacked my fleshy unwanted tumor back into the ocean. Magic? Advanced technology? We certainly couldn't do that back home at least not on a beach with no active technology visible.
Next thing I know my perspective changes as my head starts bouncing around. I can see the individual picking me up but couldn't feel it. It was like being on a roller-coaster but only in my mind. It was probably a major reason but not the only one that my brain quickly decided it was time to sleep.