A/N: I really don't have too much to say. Please enjoy this chapter of 15 Percent.
It might have been seconds.
Or minutes. Or hours. Or days, weeks, months or years.
It could have been any amount of time before she left the little tug.
It was so small, that at first it seemed that nothing had changed. Everything was still black. The silence was still the same harsh, unnatural silence that could never reasonably exist in the world. Her body still had the same strange feeling like it was floating through space. And yet, there was something different. Like… she was beginning to feel her body as it floated, in a way that she couldn't distinguish the space her body took up from the unimaginable stretch of darkness that surrounded her.
And then she felt the tug grow stronger. With nearly insurmountable effort, Lavender focused. She used every ounce of energy she could scrap from her body and mind and focused on searching her entire body for the tug. She sent down, into her neck and shoulders, forcing herself to feel them, and through the darkness, she felt a small stab of pain. Good. Pain was good. Pain meant that she wasn't so far gone that she couldn't feel. That pain anchored her. She knew where her shoulders were again.
So she sent herself a little lower, to her chest and abdomen, where she could feel a vague, rhythmic pounding and a nearly rhythmic rise and fall. Her heart was working. Her lungs were working. She worked her way down to her legs, struggling to feel the stiff muscles that told her she had been asleep for longer than she'd ever slept before. Then she made her way to her arms and hands, and she finally found the tugging.
Someone was holding her hand, and the tugging came from when they shifted their position, even just slightly.
Lavender wanted to search some more, to find the strength to open her eyes or say something to whoever was by her bedside, but that would have to wait. She was too tired to do any more right then.
But she knew, she knew that she was going to wake up that she was going to wake up eventually. The healer had given her a 15 percent chance of survival. She was going to prove them wrong.
A/N: The next chapter is a bit longer than the last two. It also has a few familiar faces. :) Please review. It only takes a short minute. It doesn't even have to be a long review.