The first thing Imhotep saw when he awoke, after getting rid of the water in his lungs, was the worried face of, what looked like, a very wet goddess. All her paint had washed away and her wet shirt hung very tightly to her skin. If it had been see-through before, now it was, just... wow.
Her wet hair hung in strands, some at the corners of her mouth, and some clung to her shirt. Little beads of water sparkled on her cinnamon skin. She was sopping wet and breathing hard. Imhotep had never seen a girl look like this before and he wasn't quite sure how to act in the presence of her sexiness. Hathor, it seemed, had made a deal with Seth.
Imhotep suddenly realized he was laying on wet sand. The last thing he remembered was falling from the boat, getting swept under and hitting the bottom of the boat, a sharp pain in his head, inhaling water, and... blackness. He then realized this girl must have saved his life.
He tried to move but his whole body felt bruised, and his head throbbed. He reached up to touch it, and found that it was bleeding quite badly. The girl looked at him, then tore off a strip from his robes. These were his best robes! But then again, he was lucky to be alive. Let her have some of his clothing.
The girl crept back to Imhotep's head. She kneeled behind him, then lifted his head and placed it on her knees. Then she tightly wound the wet cloth from his robes over the wound in his head like a bandage, tying a tight knot so it wouldn't slip off. This would help stop the bleeding and absorb some of the blood so it didn't drip onto his face.
Imhotep almost blushed. He thought she had been trying to steal... well, never mind. His body was in so much pain he didn't want to think or move, he just wanted to lay there, his head in this girl's lap.
The girl looked at him again, and Imhotep recognized her. She was one of the Pharaoh's concubines! She had been touching him, and therefore they would both die! Imhotep shuddered and she lay a hand on his shoulder, to calm him.
Suddenly the Pharaoh marched up. The wooden boat had been docked, and he had come off, seething mad. He walked up and kicked the girl. The impact made her fly backwards, letting Imhotep's head drop on the sand quite hard.