Fading... black fuzziness is all I see. I feel wet, and cold but still extremely hot. The world coming into focus... It's dark, only little light. My vision clears; I'm in some kind of stone hole. Bright light above me, shimmering down above. Decaying wet leaves and sticks around me with water, the smell is nauseating. A storm drain is above me, a small drop of water drips onto my face.
I'm weak, I can't move, my leg looks like it was mauled. I glance to the sky, watered light above. I can barely talk, let alone call for help.
Wait, I hear... a bark? A familiar bark, is it... Boltz? Weakly, I say His name... and the barking gets closer. A shadow goes above the light, I cry a weak and dry call for assistance... and the barking goes away. Divines please help me...

Meanwhile...

A pre-teen boy along with his mother, father, and little sister are walking a paved trail in a local park. A calm river flows by and leaves fall as autumn slowly creeps along. To their left, they hear something; a bark. The son looks and fallows the noise, but cannot see what is making the sounds. He continues, until he steps on something metal. He looks around frantically trying to find the noise of a dog barking.

"H-Help..." a frail female voice calls. The boy looks down the drain, 10 feet below the surface and nearly screams as he see's a young girl trapped. 

"Dad!! Dad!!" He yells. The girl hears the voice of the teen and coughs some more. Then, two shadows cast over the drain.

"P-Please... Help..." She weakly tries to call. 

"Son, go find The Park Staff, the forest ranger, anyone! Go get help! I'll call 9-1-1." 
The man sends his son away, "Don't worry, we'll help you, just stay with us!" He yells down to the girl.

"B-Boltz..." The girl weakly replies. The man is chattering in his phone loudly, but words cannot be made out. Eventually, more voices are herd.

"I've already called 911, can you help get this up?"
"Sure can. Here, give me a moment."

A loud bang is is herd as something gets under the drain above the girl, and lifts up the grate blocking her vision, and allowing all possible sun rays to fall to her. The bright light blinds her, but she cannot move. Noises of footsteps on a metal ladder are herd as a man approaches her. Though blurry, she knows it's one of the park rangers.

"Wait, Lorelei Pahar! She's been missing for months! We found her!" The voice yelled. She tried to lift her head up to say something but can't. The man pulls out a water bottle and slowly guides sustainment to her dry lips. "You ready up there?!"

"Yes!"

"Ok Lorelei just don't worry." The man lifts her up by under her knees and neck, and the girl watches slowly as she is lifted farther away from the depths of a dark wet drain and into light. She notices something however; there's a leather bound book, still dry, in her pocket. She knows what that is.

"Here we are!" The light finally wins, and she tries to block it from burning her eyes. "We don't have time to waste, she's severely weak, and incredibly thin." The strong arms lift her up once more and she's moving farther and farther away from where the world faded in.

On side the park vehicle, the speed increases as the girl desperately tries to stay awake. "We got a low pulse, severe dehydration, and raspy breaths. Also is very light weight." 

Soon the speed comes to a stop and flashing red lights greet her. She's put onto a stretcher and lifted into the back of an ambulance. "Boltz..." she utters once more in a weak state.

"What is she saying? Bowlts...? "
"Ignore it and continue with vitals and stabilization."

The doors shut closed and the world moves once more. All kinds of odd machines are placed on the girl in desperate temps to get her stabilized from her frail state.
"Pulse is low, temperature high, blood pressure is low, oxygen saturation is low.  Hydration levels; dehydrated. Weight; 98 lbs. Visible injuries; believed bite wound to the right leg, severe blood loss, infection of wound."
"Begin fluid therapy"

Words are being thrown around like nonsense, but all the girl can think about is that dog that saved her. She knew that dogs bark from anywhere; her dead dog, Boltz that saved her life not once, but twice. She wants to see him, she knows it was the spirit of her dead friend that saved her.

"Veins are too thin!"
"What?"
"I can't get a good  vein! Their too thin and weak!"
"Breathing rate is dropping!"
"Put her in an oxygen mask, give oxygen. Give IV fluids to the jugular if needed."

A sharp poke was put into the girls neck and she screeched a weak, pain ridden cry. A clear mask was put over her face to assist in breathing. 
"Fluids are being delivered."
"Give a small dose of Lidocaine."
"Wait were loosing her!"

Soon, the world begins to blur for the girl as a nice warmth takes her over into a dark and peaceful sleep.