Amy was looking for The Doctor. She searched everywhere and found him in the TARDIS swimming pool.
"Coming for a swim?" The Doctor asked.
"No, maybe later. I just wanted to know, where were going next," Amy replied.
"How about Spain?" The Doctor asked.
"Okay," She replied walking away.
A while later The Doctor hadn't returned and Amy was getting worried. She got to the swimming pool.
"Doctor you've been in here ages," Amy stated.
She suddenly froze, The Doctor wasn't there. A horrible thought filled her mind.
"No," She said.
Amy ran to the side of the pool, slipping on the wet floor as she ran and sliding in to the pool.
"Doctor!" She yelled again as she dived under the surface of the water.
The chlorine stung her eyes but she found The Doctor quickly. He was lying on the bottom of the pool, not moving.
As quick as she could, Amy swam down and grabbed The Doctor pulling him back up to the surface. She climbed out herself first, then hauling the unconscious man out after her.
He was deadweight, and it wasn't easy but Amy was stronger than she looked. Soon The Doctor was lying out on the side of the pool, with only his legs still dangling in to the water.
"Doctor?" Amy asked softly, lightly tapping the side of The Doctor's face. "Doctor, can you hear me?" It was pretty obvious that he couldn't, and you didn't have to be a master of deduction to see it.
There was a large gash on the side of his forehead possibly from hitting it off the pool side, probably the reason he hadn't gotten out of the pool, but Amy suspected it probably wasn't as bad as it looked. Head wounds tended to bleed a lot, and it looked like more as the blood mixed with the water that dripped lazily from his hair.
Amy pressed two fingers to The Doctor's neck, searching for a pulse. There was nothing there, she searched again, still nothing.
The Doctor had drowned and how long was it before he started to regenerate.
What now? She couldn't let him change. She was starting to panic; she could feel it, that wouldn't help anything. CPR. That was what you did for drowning victims... she knew the theory of course, but she had never actually had a reason to try it out on a real person.
Putting her hands over The Doctor's chest, she pushed down, then moved to blow air in to the time lords lungs via the kiss of life. She tried not to think about what was actually happening right now, just trying to concentrate on what she was doing.
As she did it she heard a sickening crack from The Doctor's chest but she didn't stop. She put her mouth over The Doctor's once more and was startled when The Doctor started to choke. Leaping back just in time to avoid the water that he spat out. His eyes opened blearily, glazed over, not really taking anything in, and Amy released the breath she hadn't realised she was holding.
She rushed over again as The Doctor closed his eyes once more, checking his pulse, making sure it was still there. It was faint, but steady.
"Doctor, Doctor..." She muttered to herself, trying to ignore the unpleasant, unrecognised feeling coiling in her stomach as she listened to The Doctor's slow, pained breaths.
"I'm so sorry,"