A hand grabs me and I am pulled downward. At first, I struggle, trying to kick my self back up, but I feel myself going nowhere. The hand is joined by many more, and I thrash my shoulders, trying to get free. My head begins to ache and I feel my head slowly getting clouded. It begins getting darker and I can hear my own blood pounding in my ears. I finally go limp and surrender myself to the hands pulling me down. I feel something touch my lips before everything blacks out.
I hear the voices before I open my eyes. They're not speaking English, and yet I know exactly what they are saying.
"When is he going to wake up?"
"I don't know. I breathed into him just like I was taught." This voice is unmistakably female. Her voice gets quiet all of the sudden. "Is he dead?"
"I don't think so." A hand touches my face and I groan. "No, he's just fine."
"Of course he's fine!" An old rough voice shouts from farther away. I finally open one of my eyes a crack and several thoughts burst into my head.
The first one is that I appear to be still alive. The second one is that I am still surrounded by water. The "people" before me definitely have tails and I am strapped to a wooden board. I can't move.