Jensen surfaces slowly, floating up into the light in gradual increments, unlike the rush he’d felt when the divers had released his legs before when filming this drowning scene. When he finally opens his eyes he’s surprised to see a white ceiling instead of sky. His first thought is to wonder Where’s the damned lake gone? His second is that his head hurts like a motherfucker. He tries to sit up, and hisses in pain as his shoulder is stabbed through with burning agony. He falls back against the soft pillows and breathes through the pain.