The white pain that was winter ocean waters was an almost welcome comfort to Commander Jane Shepard. The initial surge, which should have likely stolen the air from her lungs, bit hard against her skin. She felt the instant rush of adrenaline spike her veins, wrapping her in a blanket that felt too close to memory. It drove her deeper into the water, it wrapped her arms tightly under the mans own, and it drove both of their heads back to a point where they were above water.
Autopilot had taken over by the time they surfaced, with Jane's mind already telling her what she needed to know. Exposure was the killer of more soldiers than bullets and, even if this man had thrown himself to the black depths, Jane knew that was priority one as she dragged his body back to some semblance of dry land. Her hands immediately flitted over his body, checking for a pulse however faint. From there it was a no brainer of field medical experience and Jane was already pressing her hands in pumping rhythms down over his heart.
"Not today." Jane half seethed, finishing her rotation of presses against the mans heart before tilting his head back and doing her best to force air into his lungs. "Nobody's dying on me today, you understand?" Even Jane wouldn't have attempted to explain why she was talking to the unconscious man as the weight and force of her hands on his chest intensified. "You're going to come out of this.." Jane breathed into his mouth again, doing her best to drive the water from his lungs. "Even if you hate me for it...you're going to live damn it."