She stayed as still as she could. Trying to calm herself. The foul smell and taste didn't make it easy, but Mary managed to get control of fher heaving stomach and kept from throwing up. The pain at her heart was sudden and sharp. At the first stab, she screamed, her body arching up instinctively. The screams were shrill, but muffled under the covering hands. When it vanished, she collapsed back onto the stone slab crying at the pain and with relief that it wasn't hurting her then.<br/><br/>Then she 'fell'. That nearly made her retch, but before she could she hit the liquid, whatever it was.... The strange not-water ozzed up her body as she wiggles. Struggling to move so she could swim, but it kerpt up her body and slowly closed to her face. By now she was gasping, heedless of the foul taste of the hand that covered her mouth as she struggled to keep her head above the liquid.