Jack continued to tug and to pull. He could see the tentacle and how it latched onto the Doctor's leg, just like it had latched onto the wall, consuming and absorbing and merging with it. He wished then that he had a gun that would work underwater.
He realised though, he had one thing. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out from the inside of his heavy wet coat. Pressed it just once at the tentacle and whether by result of it or by coincidence, it released the Doctor's leg.
He tried then to pull him up to the surface, but they were both heavy beneath it, with coats and clothes and whatever the creature had done to the Doctor.
Jack looked to the Doctor who looked as though he might be loosing consciousness, and again upwards. They'd come down quite far from the surface and so Jack made a decision.
He took whatever air remained in his lungs and he moved to the Doctor, pressing his mouth to his and opening it, he breathed what was left of the oxygen in his lungs into the Doctor's mouth, breathing for him before he reached under his arms, dizzy himself then, and he tried to get them to the surface.
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:16 pm (UTC)He realised though, he had one thing. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out from the inside of his heavy wet coat. Pressed it just once at the tentacle and whether by result of it or by coincidence, it released the Doctor's leg.
He tried then to pull him up to the surface, but they were both heavy beneath it, with coats and clothes and whatever the creature had done to the Doctor.
Jack looked to the Doctor who looked as though he might be loosing consciousness, and again upwards. They'd come down quite far from the surface and so Jack made a decision.
He took whatever air remained in his lungs and he moved to the Doctor, pressing his mouth to his and opening it, he breathed what was left of the oxygen in his lungs into the Doctor's mouth, breathing for him before he reached under his arms, dizzy himself then, and he tried to get them to the surface.