Natali was inside herself. Physically lifeless yet had mentally retreated into her mind. Using her mind as a base within which to hide. To shield herself from death's grasp. She wanted to fight herself back to life. She was in a coma of this she was sure. The tiny spark of life hid within her mind. Growing in strength but it would be a slow process. She sensed the blood yet couldn't taste it. Couldn't feel anything. It was shadows, darkness...and cold. Very, very cold. She didn't feel but sensed the blood flow happening. Her mind growing steadily more in touch with her body. Slowly color began to trickle its way back into her form. The medicine was starting to work. By the end of the fourth day the color was fully in her skin. There was a demonic warmth to her skin now. A soft little sound escaping her lips as her body stirred. Her soul was back where it belonged. Her eyes slowly start to flutter open. The world was darkness for a moment. She looks around. Feeling a hand holding hers. She turned her head in that direction. "A...n...t...h...o...n...y..." she sounds out. Her throat having difficulty saying the one word for a moment. She interlaced there fingers slowly. "You are okay...that is good...." she says after long moments of silence. She hope he was okay...he looked okay.