She had felt the wind, but she lay there still curled up, Ferra heard his words, but the pain seemed to carry them away, â€œ My father said it was from the bombing,â€ coughing shook her sending pain shooting to her head and she head to pant just to say the rest of it. â€œHe called it burnt lungs, they are infected, and I have a type of tumor in my lungs now,â€ she couldnâ€™t help but chuckle, â€œI guess I have plenty of bloodâ€¦If youâ€™re hungryâ€¦I guessâ€¦Afterâ€¦well you didnâ€™t really save me soâ€¦whatever.â€ Slowly the rolled over exposing her neck as blood seeped through the bandages, darkness showed at the edges of her vision and slowly she fell asleep. A painful sleep, but sleep nonetheless.<br/><br/>Ferra didnâ€™t dream but just felt fuzzy warmth around her. It was different then the sleepless nights she spent in the safe.