Meng Yao gasped and choked on the water coming right into his face and up his nose. For a second, he was genuinely scared that he would never be able to breathe again. It was freezing cold too, it felt like it was burning him but a cold burn, not a hot one. He moved his head to the side desperately and fell as he did, hitting his head on the shower wall and curling into a protective ball on the floor.

What else could he do? He had to cover his face or he was going to drown on land. "Fuck, stop it!" Meng Yao cried out as he briefly convulsed from the cold and how hard his poor leg had hit the shower floor.