Freezing, dark, churning waves lapped relentlessly with the chop as you finally resurfaced from the depths, Jj besides you.

Decompression sickness- or ‘The bends’ as Pope called it followed not long after.. now you were lying amongst blankets in a hyperbaric chamber with Jj besides you. His hands arms tucked behind his head, casually resting within his messy hair. Blonde wisps had fallen over his forrid, and a mischievous smirk was tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you, blue eyes twinkling…

Obviously the oxygen bubbles in his brain had disposed and blood was circulating… some places more that others.

“Yknow we’re locked in here for 12 hours princess…”