Here we go! Chapter 4!

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"And then, just when I thought we'd lost him, Gaelic here, comes running out of the shop with an angry woman wielding a great big knife!" The brown haired elf, who I'd come to know as Skinner laughed heartily. Everyone followed suit afterwards except the blonde whom the story was about. Even I chuckled softly from my position near the edge of the group. I was still slightly sore about his statement earlier today so I was enjoying his moment of humiliation, I hope that humble pie tasted good.

"I thought she was interested! What was wrong with asking about if she wanted to go into the back and have a little fun?" Gaelic defended himself but it only caused everyone to laugh harder, in order to cope with the teasing, he took a big drink out of the mug that he had in his hand like everyone else. I too had been served a drink but had only taken a few small sips to be polite. I didn't much care for the taste or for actually having alcohol. Personally I felt that alcohol be reserved for celebrating and I didn't really have anything to celebrate yet. I would wait until after we'd rescued Sophi, then I would drink until I couldn't see straight. Until I knew she was safe, I didn't want to drink.

The Chargers continued to party amongst themselves and no one seemed to notice when I silently walked away from the circle sitting around the fire. I left my drink on the rock I had been occupying and made my way to the edge of camp where the light of the fire didn't reach me. Taking a seat on the rocky ground I tilted my head back and once again gazed at the night sky. It still amazed me with the sheer number of stars that shone once the sun had gone down. The moon was out this time even if it was only a half but it was enough to light up a portion of the sky.

"Party too much for you?" asked a voice from the darkness. I squeaked and jumped in surprise at the silence of his approach. Turning around with a pounding heart, I saw the intimidating silhouette of Bull as he approached from the same path I had taken.

"Jesus stop doing that! You nearly gave me a heart attack." I reprimanded him before turning back to look at the sky. I drew my knees to my chest automatically as he sat beside me. Not so close so as to be intruding on my personal space, but not so far away it seemed like he wanted to not be associated with me.

"Jesus?" he asked and my stomach sank into my ankles, shit I let that one slip because he'd caught me off guard.

"It's the name of a… god I suppose you could say. It's more commonly known back where I'm from. I guess it never spread this far…" I said and hoped he believed my sort-of-half-truth. The thoughtful hum I received in response made me doubt that he did.

"You never did say where you were from." Bull prompted me and I gave him a half-hearted glare out of the corner of my eye. Sighing heavily I stared at the stars once more,

"No I didn't, and I'm still sticking to the excuse that 'you wouldn't believe me even if I told you'. Much less trust me afterwards."

"And yet, how can I trust someone who is purposefully lying to me, and my men?" he retorted and I suddenly felt guilty. Here it was that these people (using the term people quite loosely) were helping me out of, what appeared to be, the kindness of their hearts and all I could do was lie to them. The worst part is that they deserved the truth. They deserved to know just how far I'd come from home and why I knew nothing about this world.

"I would love to tell you the truth, to share the burden I'm carrying, but…" I curled up tighter, pulling on the still tender wounds on my back but not caring at this point, "…I just can't. I don't know how to explain it, but I just can't." I gave him another glare out the side of my eye, "Trying to guilt trip me into spilling the beans though, eh? I'm sure there's things you haven't told me either."

"Hm, I didn't think you'd pick up on that." I could see his teeth flash in a grin, "Seems like you're not as dense as I thought you were." I whipped my head in his direction with a look of utter indignation on my face,

"I'm not that dense! I can pick up on things! Like I just did, see?" was my scandalized response and it was only after I spoke did I realize I'd fallen right into his trap. The smirk on his face said it all, I didn't need to see it to know it was there, "Dammit…" I mumbled and returned my chin to my knees where I rested it. I refused to admit that I was pouting, especially when he started chuckling.

"You are right though, there are things I haven't told you. How about this? You tell me something about yourself, and I'll tell you something about myself or where we are? Sound fair?" he bargained with me and I didn't see any reasonable cause to refuse so I nodded my consent. "Good, so where did you first meet Krem?"

"He and the other one, Grimm, I think he said? They saved me from a bear attack a while ago. If I had to give specific dates I couldn't say, but it was little over a week ago now, I think." I answered and he seemed satisfied with it when he didn't raise any objections, "So where are we exactly?"

"Right now we're on the Storm Coast which is part of Ferelden."

"That would explain all the storms…" I mumbled spitefully and he chuckled again,

"Yeah you're right there. So how did you get here?"

"Something exploded in my house and Sophi and I got sucked into a horrifying place that we had to walk through and then ended up here. There were giant spiders, a floating, glowing, naked lady that helped us out and something called 'The Nightmare'." I shuddered at the memory that I still wish had been just that, a nightmare.

"Sounds like demons. I hate demons…" he sympathized and I admittedly was caught off guard. I lowered my knees and turned towards him a little more.

"It's hard to imagine you being afraid of anything. Surely there's not a lot that can top your size?" he laughed again and suddenly I felt like I'd said something stupid. I resumed my old position which was beginning to get slightly uncomfortable since I'd sat that way for so long now.

"You'd be surprised. This world has a lot to offer that's bigger than me. Like dragons, dragons are fucking badass." He replied and I felt my ears prick at the sound of the now-not-quite-so-mythical beast.

"Yeah, I saw one. It was terrifying," I shuddered with remembrance at the terrible, but awesome sight, "I assume that if you encounter one it would try to kill you, yes?"

"Of course it'd try to kill you which is what makes them so much fun to kill in return! Nothing like taking on a beast the size of a mountain and coming out on top."

"I bet if you raised a dragon baby from before it hatches then you could probably get it on your side. How cool would that be?"

"It's not likely. Dragons often eat their mother if they feel she is not worthy of her superior role. So you would most likely be killed by the dragon you try to raise once it got bigger than you." He explained and I immediately felt all my hopes at a dragon familiar go down the drain. My legs fell to the sides as I crossed them in front of me for a more comfortable position and I rubbed my legs to warm them up a bit now that they were no longer draw tight against my chest.

"Well that sucks…" I mumbled down to my legs. Another thoughtful 'hum' sounded from beside me before he spoke once again,

"That's enough for tonight, we need to move camp tomorrow so we should all get some sleep now." He stated as he got up from where he sat beside me, and I moved to do the same only for a large, grey hand to appear in my peripheral vision. I glanced from it, up to its owner, before back to it again. After all that had been done for me I assumed that it would be very rude to refuse. So I placed my hand in his and allowed him to pull me to my feet.

"Thanks." Was my acknowledgement as I looked up to him, "Why are you being so nice to me?" I blurted without any thought as to what the possible response might be.

"I suppose you could say I have a soft spot for the outcasts and the loners." Bull smiled like a proud father before he walked back to the still hard partying mercenaries. "Alright that's enough and head to bed. All of you. That includes you Gaelic." Were the orders given and a round of whining went up from the majority of those present, the most loudly to complain was Gaelic.

"You heard the Chief, to bed before I dump water on your blankets." Krem spoke up in defence of their leader. More groans were heard but nonetheless they all shuffled off to their respective tents.

Maybe they weren't so untrustworthy after all…


The next morning we were all up bright and early and packing up everything. It seemed the good weather that was present yesterday wasn't able to hold up for another day because it was pouring buckets when I woke up the next morning. Thankfully, Krem had the foresight to come to my tent with a thick pair of leather boots to walk safely through the mud without getting absolutely filthy, a thick long sleeved shirt that he said would fit under the brown tunic I was still wearing, and finally an oiled cloak with a deep hood to keep the rain from completely soaking me. Apparently it was on Bull's orders but that didn't surprise me one bit, if nothing else I was beginning to figure out that he was someone who was indeed worthy of my trust. Not that I intended to tell him everything about my past just yet, he hadn't gotten that far in my books. Once I'd changed I made my way outside to see the flurry of activity that was happening around what used to be a camp.

Most of the tents had already been taken down, mine was one of the only ones remaining. Unfortunately I didn't in fact know how to take down this specific kind of tent and so I was lost in the bustling activity going on around me.

It didn't help that the cold damp weather was beginning to make my wounds ache but I was absolutely sure I wasn't the only one so I didn't say anything. Although it was making it a little hard to walk since there were some on my legs. The one on the right, just behind the knee was the worst, it made walking nearly impossible as I hobbled around trying to avoid everyone. Unfortunately, Stitches found me limping around and directed me over to a barrel where he firmly instructed me to sit and to not move under any circumstances as he did not want to be redressing my bandages any more than necessary before we left. This also meant, however, I was unable to escape the annoyance that was Gaelic.

"Good morning! Lovely day isn't it?" he asked too cheerfully and I gave him my best glower that I could to let him know his presence and comments were not welcome where I could hear them or see him.

"No it's not." I replied sourly as I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself to preserve as much warmth as possible. I was not in the mood to deal with him since I was still sore over yesterday's 'damsel in distress' comment.

"Aw don't be like that! Rain is good for many things! Making flowers bloom, putting out fire and making sure nothing dies of thirst!" he gushed and I really wished he would just leave me alone.

"It's also good for putting me in a bad mood and making my already sore injuries hurt even more." Was my equally sour retort, "Isn't there something you should be doing to help everyone else?" I asked scathingly, hinting heavily that he wasn't wanted here. This seemed to put a damper on his mood somewhat as the overly cheerful grin dropped from his face and he suddenly became more serious.

"Are you still angry about the whole 'damsel in distress' comment I made the other day?" the blonde asked genuinely and I felt the cold exterior I'd slowly been putting up between myself and him stop momentarily, "Because I am sorry. I only meant to be humorous and lightly teasing. If I offended you, you have my deepest apologies." He mourned so sorrowfully that it got through the ice wall completely. Sighing, I gave him the least hateful look practically since I met him.

"You did offend me but since you seem genuinely upset about it I'll let it go." I replied but still continued to sit and try to keep warm. It wasn't long after that, that I learned oiled capes were not good for keeping the warmth in and the cold out. The thick shirt that I'd gotten this morning was the only reason I wasn't shivering uncontrollably right now.

"Thank you, I'm relieved you were able to forgive my momentary lack of judgement." Gaelic spoke and I was internally rolling my eyes at his overdramatic performance. Was this guy a performer or something? Maybe he was the fool. I snorted with amusement at the image of him in a medieval fool costume. Of course, he noticed this, "What? Did I say something amusing?"

"No, I thought of something funny."

"Oh what was it? Please share?"

"No, I doubt I could describe it effectively." I did my best to make it sound as unappealing as possible but it turns out he was quite persistent.

"That's okay, just do your best." He insisted. Thankfully I was saved from having to make more excuses when Stitches came up and effectively shooed him away.

"There you are Gaelic! Harassing the injured again are we? Dalish needs your help loading up some of the heavy worktables she has for her 'not-magic' creations." He ordered the younger man who looked like he was about to protest but thought better of it at the last moment as he scuttled off to do as he was bid. I tried to sigh with relief as discreetly as possible but apparently I was not quite sneaky enough, "He can be like a bug can't he? Always around when you don't want him to be and never knowing when to piss off. Here I brought you this. You're lucky I was able to grab it before the rest of them had their fill. Like watching wild animals eat is what it is." He stated with mild disgust as he pushed a sandwich into my hands that had a slice of bacon and an egg in it. I hungrily took a large bite and relished in the taste of the greasy meat and the deliciousness that was the egg.

"Thanks, I nearly forgot with all the activity that's gone on today." I replied and was about to take another bite when I heard cries of "Careful don't drop—" the sounds of glass shattering filled the silence Dalish's plea had made and I winced in sympathy for whoever had broken the object. A feeling in my gut told me it was Gaelic.

"You're welcome, but keep up your guard next time, or you'll end up going hungry." I nodded as I continued to eat vigorously. "Also it seems like there won't be enough time for me to check your bandages before we leave, unless you're willing to strip down in front of everyone here." He bargained and I nearly spit out the mouthful of food I had, instead I managed to almost choke on it, he laughed heartily, "I guess I'll take that as a no."

"All ready to head out?" a rumbling voice asked from beside me and I felt my spine straighten completely as I whipped my head to the side to see Bull looking even scarier than normal. I was only glad it wasn't dark as it would be even more terrifying. He was wearing a cloak like the rest of us but the hood was much bigger to compensate for his horns. There were holes in the sides where they poked through but I imagined that the actual opening of the hood had to be much bigger than usual in order for him to fit those two monstrous things through. Because of this, however, it hung extremely low over his face shrouding it in shadow. Jesus, he was scary, sometimes I guess I forgot just how much.

"Should be, once Arryn here smooths down her fur from the scare you just gave her." Stitches laughed and I felt my face heat with indignation underneath my deep hood. I turned to give the dark skinned man a glare that rivalled the one I'd given Gaelic only a little while ago. Unfortunately it just made him laugh harder. I continued to pout as I finished the last of the sandwich before I carefully hopped off the barrel and glared miserably up to the leader of the Chargers.

"Ready, but my fur won't be smoothed until we get out of this blasted rain…" I mumbled the last part but if the low chuckle I caught from The Iron Bull was any indication, he'd heard me. Sure enough a glance up and I could see a flash of white teeth curling into a grin. Jesus that was scary. I wish it weren't so overcast so I could see his face better. It didn't help that his skin was literally grey and blended even better with the shadows.

"Good, time to head out then. Arryn can you ride a horse?" Bull asked and I was caught off guard for a second before I was able to create a logical response.

"Hypothetically, yes, although it's been a long time and I'm not sure how well I'll be able to balance with damaged legs." Well not as logical as I would have liked considering I'd just said 'damaged' like I really was an object rather than a person.

"No, no way is she going to be able to ride on a horse, the gait would be much too rough with all the supplies and everything else. The wounds on her back would reopen before we'd gone so much as a mile and I'm not spending the whole trip constantly redressing her wounds." Stitches argued.

"Well she won't be able to keep up on foot either, not with the injuries on her legs." A selfish part of me was wholly relieved when Bull made that statement himself rather than me having to. Now I didn't have to look whiny or lazy.

"A smaller group could follow behind going at a slower pace."

"No, I'm not risking giving the 'Vints in the area an easier target to pick off from the main force."

"What do you suggest then? That someone carry her?" there was a beat of silence before they both turned to me and I felt a lead weight fall into my stomach as I looked between the two.

"That's not such a bad idea." Iron Bull stated and I started to take steps back when I could see the thoughts going through their heads.

"No, no I'm not okay with this." I stated and when Bull turned to face me I felt fear shoot down my spine.

"And who else is going to carry you without straining from the weight after more than an hour?"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No, you're quite the opposite actually and you need to get some meat back on those bones, but you're still a full grown person and even that would weigh down the average person fairly quickly. Plus it would be awkward, how would they carry you? On their back with your legs around the middle? They wouldn't be able to get to their weapon in an emergency. In front? They would need both arms which would also hinder the ability to get to a weapon and put you both in danger." He reasoned and I began to feel frustration at the logic behind his words, it was literally be carried by a horned creature or bust.

"And how would you carry me then? I can't sit on your back even if I wanted to because I'm not that flexible and the strain on my wounds would be too much. In front poses a much similar problem. Sitting on your shoulders would also be a bad idea because then I would have the handle of that gigantic axe up my ass, sitting on your horns is even worse because I would just fall off. And to be carried across your chest would be like laying down which would be really awkward for the both of us I'm sure." I retorted using his own tactic of reasoning against him. Again I could see the grin underneath the hood but that was all.

"Not bad, although you did forget one." I lifted one eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate, "I don't need two arms to carry you. You're small enough that you should be able to sit on my forearm with my hand supporting your legs." I have to admit, I didn't like the idea of him being anywhere near my legs, doubly so with hands involved.

"You sure that's a good idea Chief? We all know your experience with the ladies." Stitches spoke up and I was flabbergasted. Ladies? As in plural? What had he done to these ladies? A part of me really didn't want to know while another was almost dying to find out.

"Hey, I don't touch what doesn't want to be touched. You know that."

"Except didn't she just say that she wasn't comfortable with this?" the smaller man retorted and Bull huffed angrily.

"This is different!" was his agitated response but after a minute he calmed down and turned back to me, "You have a point though, if you're really not comfortable with this then I won't force you." The horned man relented and when he put it like that I felt bad making a big deal out of nothing. Hadn't I already admitted (to myself) that this was the only way for me to travel efficiently? Now I just looked like I was being difficult for the sake of being difficult.

"No, it's fine… just no… wandering." I acquiesced and retraced the steps I'd taken that had led me away from him.

"You have my word." He replied before stooping down, and bringing his right arm out of the volumous cloak, wrapping it around my torso before grabbing the back of my legs and hoisting me up before I could even realize what was happening. Out of survival instinct I reached out to grab something, anything that would help me feel secure from the new height and ended up grabbing onto the clasp around his neck.

"This is higher than I anticipated." I breathed once the initial movement of him standing to his full height had stopped. I wasn't sure how I felt about being this high in the air, "Please don't drop me…" I mumbled and unfortunately since I was so close to his head he ended up hearing me. I could feel the chuckle rumble through his chest,

"Don't worry, I got you." Was the response and despite my mistrust I actually felt much better at that reassurance. This when also when I noticed that I no longer felt quite so cold. My shivers that had slowly been getting worse until now had calmed down slightly. He was warm and I refused to admit that I enjoyed having a personalized heater right next to me. Although I had to be careful he would undoubtly notice if I were to start snuggling up.

"What's the holdup Chief? Let's get a move on already!" called Krem from the front of the group that was awaiting the arrival of their leader to head the procession. Once we both came into view I could tell that we were the center of attention and I felt my face heat with embarrassment at being stared at so openly, "Come on Chief, can't you hold it together until we've set up camp again?"

"It's not like that Krem, she can't walk well enough on her own to keep up and Stitches has claimed riding a horse would be too rough and reopen her wounds." Was his cool reply and I was happy that he'd used such a calm voice that said others were stupid to consider it was anything less than innocent.

"So apparently riding the Bull isn't rough, never heard that one before." Commented one of the Chargers, I wasn't able to identify who since I didn't see them speak, and I didn't recognize the voice. Nonetheless they caused a round of laughter to go up amongst the group and I have to say I didn't appreciate it.

"Hah hah very funny Rocky." Bull replied sarcastically and continued on his way to the front where he continued to walk and everyone followed suit behind him. "How are you feeling?" he asked concernedly and I could feel his eye on me.

"I suppose I'm fine…" I responded as I pulled my cloak further around myself in order to keep in as much escaping heat as I could. The shivers were beginning to return and it was making me very uncomfortable.

"You know I can feel you shaking. Are you really that afraid that I'll drop you?"

"No, I suppose I'm just a little cold, but it's nothing I can't handle." I quickly added onto the end to make it seem less like I was whining. I already felt helpless enough being carried like a child, the last thing I needed was to be coddled even more. There was a grunt of recognition before he reached his left arm around me to his right shoulder. I leaned forward as much as I dared to avoid his arm until I felt him pull the rest of his cloak over his shoulder, then around me before tucking it in in between my legs and his stomach.

"Better?" he asked and I could only stare down at my newly burrito wrapped body and nod distantly. This was definitely the weirdest situation I'd ever been in. although I answered truthfully, it was actually quite a bit warmer now. Especially since all that body heat he was radiating was now being extra trapped by the cloak.

After that last exchange there was silence and I took the time to look at the landscape. Or at least as much as I could with the rain blocking out most of it. Although the view I got from being up as high as I was thanks to Bull gave me a little extra vantage. From what I could tell there were mountains and cliffs almost no matter where I looked. What trees existed here looked like they were coniferous trees like pine and spruce trees, from what I could tell, there didn't seem to be any leafy trees. The only things that seemed to have leaves were in fact bushes that only seemed to line the one river that we ended up crossing. Although river was an exaggeration as it wasn't deep enough to reach the tops of anyone's boots, stream would be more appropriate.

Lunch was eaten on the road as more sandwiches were passed around. It was a piece of bread with a slice of the same kind of meat used for the bacon with a slice of cheddar cheese on top. I ate as neatly as I could so as to avoid getting crumbs in the cozy cocoon of warmth that had been created for me. Although I had to eat quickly to avoid having the food become soggy by the persistent rain that refused to let up for even a moment. In fact it almost seemed to rain harder by the minute.

It wasn't until sometime in the afternoon (I marked noon at the time we ate lunch) that I began to realize I was becoming cold again. Pulling my own cloak further around me to try and increase the amount of heat being kept in, I did my best to remain warm. It worked for a moment before the shaking started up again. Following what I knew of survival in the wilderness, I began to rub the side of my ribs that were not resting against the giant carrying me. Unfortunately it didn't seem to be working in increasing my body heat and also succeeded in alerting Bull to my discomfort.

"You're fidgeting, do you want to stretch your legs for a bit?" he asked and I vigorously shook my head no. if I was already this cold sitting next to a personalized heater, I didn't want to imagine how I'd react to suddenly not having that extra heat near me.

"No I'm fine. Don't stop for me." Was my immediate reply which I had to say as quickly as possible to avoid having my voice waver with the shivering that was getting worse by the minute. For spurts, I could make it stop, but it would only start up again that much worse the next time. After only another few minutes I could no longer control it and my head slowly started to become so heavy I couldn't keep it straight any longer. I felt the rocking motion of Bull's steps come to a halt when my head landed heavily on his shoulder.

I think he spoke but I couldn't make out his words from the rumble in his chest alone. A fog had made its way into my brain and everything seemed fuzzy because of it. My vision was no longer clear and I did my best to try and blink it away but that too became more and more difficult the more I blinked.

A sudden rush of cold air had me curling into a ball instinctively to conserve as much heat as I could. The shivering escalated exponentially at that point until even my very bones were rattling. My teeth chattered so loudly I thought they would shatter from the sheer force and number of times they clashed together. There were voices around me but it was all gibberish and I couldn't pick out any specific words.

Darkness started to creep into the edges of my vision and I couldn't help but feel irritated that this was happening again. I fought with everything I had against the blackness swarming my eyes. The random flailing of my limbs as I struggled to keep myself from passing out again was suddenly halted when I felt strong hands holding me down. The blurriness in my vision allowed me a glimpse of a horned silhouette of the one holding me down before the void claimed me for its own once again.


Warm…

…Cold…

Blurry images crossed my line of vision I think, but it was getting hard to remember such trivial details. They could have been dreams or hallucinations for all I knew but I couldn't tell the difference.

At some point there was a heater placed near me and a warm blanket wrapped around me. A cold cloth was placed on my head to keep the burning stuffy sensation away. It was during these moments when my mind was the most clear and I was able to remember the majority of the flashes of reality or dreams. There were always people around me. Of that I was certain. They talked funny too. Although it seemed oddly familiar and comforting and with the murmurs in strange accents I fell back into the dark void that was sleep.


When I re-entered the realm of wakefulness I noticed my source of warmth was being taken away from me. The second that contact faded away from my skin I started to shiver uncontrollably. Curling into a ball to conserve as much heat as I could did hardly nothing. The mountain of blankets I could feel myself under did nothing to keep the heat in.

Blearily I tried to open my eyes and get my bearing on where I was only to see the world spinning around me like a wobbling, spinning top. The sensation left me nauseous and I closed my eyes tightly to relieve the feeling of wanting to vomit horrifically. When the sensation persisted, however, I knew I wasn't going to be able to push it back down. Numbly and shakily, I somehow managed to get my arms underneath my equally shaky body and push against the ground. The effort made my head spin and my back throb horribly but I knew if I didn't move away from where I was, I would throw up where I was laying and I most definitely didn't want that.

I managed to move a little ways from where I was originally just in time to retch up what little contents my stomach still held. Unfortunately that one action took what little strength I had left which was to be used for putting myself back where I was originally. Since I no longer had the strength to do so the best I could do was make sure I fell to the side where I hoped it was still clean and free of any such excrement from my body. When my landing was solid and not squishy I rejoiced in my success. Now if only there were something to drag me out of this hell I was stuck in.

Apparently I fell asleep because I was woken by someone approaching me and swearing profusely. Large hands gently rolled me over and I could only stare blankly ahead. Though the shaking in my body had stopped I still felt like I was freezing, but my body was shutting down. The feeling in my limbs was slowly fading and I was becoming number by the second.

The vague shapes I could see above me that seemed to indicate people, moved frantically. Except the one that had horns. My brain told me it must have been a helmet because people didn't have horns but my gut told me that was wrong. Really it didn't matter anymore and I couldn't be bothered to decide which was right. Something icy wrapped around my head but the heat that seemed to radiate from my head warmed it almost instantly.

Numbness continued to spread up my fingers and toes into my arms and legs. Slowly it was making its way to my organs and then my head. My eyes rolled up and my eyelids started to become heavy. Someone spoke softly but I was unable to make out what they were talking about, I no longer had the energy to try and understand what they were saying. There was a gruff response from the one who had horns before something cold and slippery was placed against my lips. Water, my slowly fading brain told me, drink it. The command never reached my mouth which remained slightly parted from its relaxed state and the liquid merely trickled out and down the sides of my jaw.

Clattering and the sound of two solid forces meeting.

The world was fading.

The deadened feeling reached my heart and lungs which started to slow down.

My brain slowly began shutting off.

Loud voices.

Rough movement, the world spinning.

Mouth open.

Disgusting.

Foul.

Swallowing.

Why?

Doesn't matter, it's here.

Darkness.

Then…

…nothing…


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