Rewritten

Peter paddled in the pool, his arms and legs tired and sore.

"Almost there Peter. You're doing amazing."
Mark said, walking beside him just in case Peter drowned.

Peter paddled towards the other wall and touched it with the palm of his hand.

"Done!"
Peter breathed out, panting heavily and hanging onto the wall as if his life depended on it.

"High five!"
Mark said and Peter tiredly slapped his hand on Marks open hand.

"What will happen if I just drown?"
Peter asked, finally getting his breath back.

"I'll get my licence revoked. And your friends and family will be upset."
Mark said.

"So nothing too bad then."
Peter said.

"Come on, let's get you out of the pool and into dry clothes."
Mark said, and helped Peter swim to the steps.

"I don't think I have the energy to pull myself up."
Peter said, looking at the steps and Mark.

"Tell you what, if you can get out of the pool by yourself, I'll bring you a sweetie tomorrow."
Mark said.

"Deal?"
He asked, putting his hand out.

"What kind of sweetie?"

"What's your favourite?"

"Dib dabs."
Peter said.

"Good choice. I'll get you a dib dab. Only if you can pull yourself out of the pool cause I know you can do it."
Mark bargained.

"Ok, deal."
Peter said and shook Marks hand.

Peter grabbed the handle and with all of his strength, he pulled himself up the steps and collapsed on the pool side.

"You did it! I knew you could!"
Mark said, pulling himself out of the pool with ease.

"Now I feel like dying."
Peter said.

"Come on, just a few more steps to the changing room and from there you're sitting in a wheelchair before being moved to your bed."
Mark explained.

"So I have to walk all the way to the changing room? But that's so far away."
Peter whined, placing his arms on his face.

"It's just a few steps Peter. You can do it, I know you can."
Mark said, crouching down next to him.

"Fine."
Peter said and moved to sit up.

"Remember, I'll be by your side every step of the way in case you fall. Got it?"
Mark asked.

Peter nodded and shakily stood up.

"There you go, you're standing up now."
Mark said and watched as Peter walked the few steps to the changing room.

"I did it!"
Peter said and slumped down in the chair.

"Yeah you did. Now get changed into your dry clothes and I'll wheel you back to your room."
Mark said, going into the other changing stall.

"Got it."
Peter said.

He peeled the soaking clothes off before drying himself and putting his dry clothes on.

"Have you changed yet?"
Mark asked, knocking on the door.

"Yeah."
Peter said, wrapping his wet clothes in his towel.

"Ok, come on. We'll get you into the wheelchair and then into your room."
Mark explained and Peter nodded.

"1, 2, 3."
Mark counted down and lifted Peter into the chair.

"Thanks."
Peter said.

"No problem Peter."
Mark said.

~~~

When the two returned to Peters room, Ned and MJ were waiting

"Ned! MJ!"
Peter said.

"Peter! Where were you?"
Ned asked.

"I was in the pool."
Peter explained as Mark helped him into his bed.

"Your dads said that they'll be down in like twenty minutes with food that Mr Barnes made."
Ned said.

"Yes. I love my dads food."
Peter said excitedly.

"I'll see you tomorrow Peter."
Mark said as he made his way to the door.

"Bye Mark!"
Peter said and went back to chatting with his friends.

when i was editing this i was cringing jesus christ why didn't anyone tell me it was so fucking dumb and shitty

—Penguin🐧(they/them)