The Lucky Life Of None (11th DoctorxReader)

Water

You were swimming. Quite literally, for your life. You hadn't thought. You were being chased to the edge of the island. They thought that you would stop if you were faced with capture or the watery wretchedness below, you'd choose capture. So did you. But you didn't, and now you were fighting with the endless blue liquid, fighting with your lungs, fighting with your will to get to the other side. You gave out a scream to remind yourself that you were still alive and swimming to keep yourself alive- or perhaps to rouse even more adrenaline. There was no way to distinguish, but it seemed to serve both purposes nonetheless.

Endlessly pumping your legs and arms, cupping water with your hands and throwing it past your face, trying to gain any kind of distance between you and the island, you let out grunt after grunt as your limbs tired and threatened to stop.

Once you saw that you were close to the other side of the blue vastness, you began working even harder. Your muscles screamed as you cursed the planet you were on and the Doctor who refused to return your calls in a timely fashion. As if on cue, your body stilled. You felt yourself begin to sink and resigned to panic. You couldn't die here. Not now. Not when you were so close to the shore, and complete and total conquest.

You tried to flail and get your body moving in some fashion, but it didn't. Your muscles and bones locked, and you couldn't move. You screamed out in fear and pain. You looked at the land mass before you. You were so close! You couldn't die here! You would not let it happen, and pulled all of the adrenaline out of your body, forcing your numbed limbs to work. You pumped the once useless logs of flesh on your either side and below you, getting yourself the extra half a mile to shore. You barely felt the sand on your face when your vision began spotting. You let out one last grunt as you pulled yourself on land and promptly lost consciousness.