[For the first few seconds, he's calm. It's nothing. Then he breathes - water in his nose, water in his mouth, thick and heavy and stinging. He coughs, tries to breathe again. Can't.]

[His eyes fly open, stinging from the salt, and he can see the shadow above him. He knows that hand holding him down, and he knows who that shadow is, and it's fine, it really is, except that he can't breathe and his body struggles and tries to push against that hold no matter how much he tries to keep himself still.]