Pain. Screaming fire-spiked pain that ripped through her veins, paralyzing her as she took in the horrific sight. Dimly, she heard Henry calling out while Neal's corpse faded from her tear-lashed sight. She dropped, willing it to be a dream, while faces and voices spun over her, swirling in a mad cycle of insanity.
She pressed her forehead into the unforgiving earth, desperately seeking escape, heedless of time or reality. The first thing she was aware of was a pair of strong arms supporting her, a gentle hand caressing her head, and an Irish voice speaking softly, "I'm here, Swan. I'm here."