Try mouth to mouth

Calvo tilted the guardswoman's head back, pinching her nostrils closed and clamping his mouth over her soft, slightly pouted lips. Breathing in to her, he saw her small, firm little breasts rise, dark nipples jutting impudently through the wet, clinging white fabric of her skintight uniform. Pressing the heel od his palm against her breastbone, he massaged Twelve's heart, before once again pressing his mouth against her soft lips. Finally, she gave a slight, gasping moan and a weak cough, clear water trickling from the side of her mouth.

She was still ****, barely breathing, but at least she was alive. Calvo pondered his next move...leave her here on the rocks by the lake, or carry guard twelve with him....