<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Things happened too fast for her to keep up with them - one moment on the floor panicking for air and the next the ceiling was racing past her while cool air caressed her nose and mouth under the oxygen mask. How had she ended up in this place? Why was she with people that tried to watch her die and then race to save her?<br/><br/>Everything was a literal blur, the hands moving her onto the examination table allowed and for once she didn’t focus on the feeling of her skin crawling nor the sharp sting of a needle going into her vein. She was a little too busy trying to breathe. The sudden heat that spread through her veins though that brought a heavy sensation to her limbs and chased back the excruciating pain each time she tried to gasp in a breath? That she noticed, and it didn’t take long for whatever it was to kick in fully and she was gulping at the forced air from the mask. Amazing what painkillers could do wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Whatever it was that was given was enough to keep her calm while another woman set to work, the push against her ribs eliciting a sharp gasp before that warm, disconnected feeling washed over her once more. Oh, she didn’t care what was done right then, didn’t even try to protest when she was sat up and the bandage was wrapped around her chest and torso. Rather, she giggled at the thought that she was turning into a mummy, thin fingers lifting to pick at the bandage that was wound around her so tightly from underarms down.<br/><br/>Once she was allowed to lie back down again she shifted onto her right side, eyes blinking slowly while the heavy feeling of wanting to sleep spread. She didn’t like it here, didn’t want to be here, and the thought that she should stay awake kept screaming through her mind though she was finding it harder and harder to listen to it.</span></div>