Chapter Four

It was compulsory to take swimming lessons at the police training academy. Our instructor then would tell us to learn everything that was learnable, every skill that was obtainable, because we might find it useful one day. I had been moved by him, and I personally took the decision to learn different skills so as to widen my horizon, every skill except for swimming.

It was as simple as ABCD; I was technically salt, and I always feared that I would dissolve if I should get into water. I wasn't aqua-phobic, but I just hated the idea of submerging myself in water like a fish, and so I never took swimming classes seriously, and avoided anything that would put me in a swimming pool. I had maneuvered my way into passing the swimming test. Trust me, I had my ways, but as I felt myself sinking in that river, I started regretting everything. If only I had known.

“ No, no, no!” I screamed as I swung my feet, recalling the basic floating techniques.

The guy that had jumped into the water was nowhere to be seen, and I was still gradually sinking. The swinging of arms and legs weren't working. Before I could tell what was happening, I was underneath the water, holding my breath so hard. I opened my eyes and saw the guy floating underneath, his hands spread apart like some angel at an epiphany.

I kept struggling to stay afloat, but I kept sinking, and I was running out of oxygen. I tried to scream but immediately I opened my mouth, all the water in the river started fighting for space in my mouth. I was pretty sure that I drank up to five gallons of water in just two seconds.

I closed my mouth and calmed down. Struggling was only going to make me to sink faster; I think I remember our swimming coach saying that. And so I allowed myself to be carried by the water. The water current started pulling the guy towards me, and in a matter of seconds he was within arms reach. I grabbed him and tried to yank him, but he didn't respond. Something made a sound behind us and I turned around to see the dorsal fin of a shark approaching us.

I screamed; or at least I tried to, but no sound came out, just bubbles of air, plus the fact that I swallowed an additional five gallons of water. I yanked the guy harder, hoping that he would wake or something, and praying that he could swim.

Even if he could swim, I was pretty sure that we were destined to be the sea creature's breakfast; there was no escaping, it would catch us, but at least there was no harm in trying.

I turned around to look at it as I kept yanking the guy, only to realize that it wasn't a shark after all, but the anchor of a boat that was probably passing through.

As the anchor came closer, I grabbed it and held on to the guy as it started pulling us.

I dragged the guy to the shore as I tried to stabilize my breathing, feeling a pounding headache.

“ Hey, hey, wake up”, I said, tapping him on the face, but he wouldn't wake up. I immediately tore off his shirt, ready to administer a Cardiopulmonary resuscitation. I raised his chin and placed the heel of my palm on his chest, just above the nipple line, and started compressing, giving him two rescue breaths after every thirty compressions.

“ Stay with me, please stay with me”, I said as I kept compressing and breathing into his mouth, pinching his nose as I did so.

I heard sirens approaching from the distance and whispered a thank you God, still compressing. After two minutes, he coughed and vomited water, still coughing as he laid back down, his eyes still closed.

I backed off and slumped on the sand, unable to carry my own weight again, but still grateful that I got to revive him.

The paramedics arrived as I was slowly passing out, making a cluster of noise as they tried to put the oxygen mask on me. The noise got louder as I heard more footsteps approaching, with cameras clicking, insinuating that more than a hundred people were taking pictures of the scene at the same time.

“ Please we need you to back off, there's a rescue going on here right now. Please back off, do not come any closer”, I heard a male voice saying, and it reminded me so much of how that guy had moaned as I thrusted my dick in and out of him.

Like mehn, the sex was so good that I was thinking about it even when I was about to die.

I felt them carry me on a gurney, into the ambulance, together with the guy in another ambulance, and as they slowly drove to the hospital, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the ER, with the headache gone. Not that I saw any sign board that indicated “ ER”, just that the doctors and nurses rushing up and down to meet patients that needed urgent attention made it clear that it was an ER.

I had already been stripped of my shirt which was replaced with a patient ward gown, and thank God they hadn't taken my pants too. A needle was inserted into my hand, and I couldn't help but wonder if hospitals didn't have a better option than to administer intravenous (IV) infusion whenever a patient was admitted. The watery color of the drip always made me think that it had no effect.

“ Please sir, you have to lay back down. It's for your own good”, a nurse said, holding a pad on her left hand.

“ I'm totally fine, and I would even like it if you were to get this needle out of my hand”, I said.

“ I know you feel you're fine, but after what you've been through, you need bed rest”.

She wasn't listening to me. I had no time to waste, and so I took out the band aid and the needle myself while she tried to stop me.

“ Now, where is my shirt?” I asked, standing to my feet and seeing the look of defeat on the nurse's face.

“ And um…………. I was brought in here with someone. How's he doing? And where is he?” I asked.