He was a competitive swimmer in college and he'd been good enough for a "leadership" scholarship that was really a sports scholarship in disguise. There was lots of water in Atlantis, but David had to admit, he hadn't done more than take the occasional dip in the ocean since he'd come here three years ago. Trying to keep Evan's head above the choppy waves, David vowed he'd resume his morning laps immediately. There had to be a lap pool somewhere in Atlantis. "How bad are you hurt?"
"Concussion, broken arm..." Evan's voice was slow, and a little garbled. "Also, I think I swallowed a gold fish."
David shifted his grip and Evan made a pained noise. "I'm going to have to make a swim for it. Can you hold on?" He thought that was a nod. "Okay." He put Evan's good arm around his midsection, hoping he could stay awake long enough to not drown. "Hold on tight. The Colonel told me before we left that he just got you broken in and I wasn't allowed to lose you."