Blaise POV
The pain had become indescribable, and that was that. I didn't know what to do anymore, what to feel, what to think. My vision was blurred and my hearing was weak. I honestly think this is the end of me. I lost what was left of my balance and let myself drop to the floor. I used the oak tree to lean upon and tried to catch my breath, which was becoming increasingly hard. My throat felt like it was closing up like a funnel does as it goes down. Smaller and smaller every breath. My eyes closed and tried to focus on breathing, I just wanted this all to end.
My mind reached out and thought of things to contrast the fire within me. It threw pictures back at me, blues and whites of water and snows. I concentrated on the blues and thought of all the different oceans, rivers and lakes that filled the planet. There were thousands.
I suddenly felt like I was afloat, bobbing in the waves of some tropical sea. It was almost soothing. The fire was still alight but my thoughts were elsewhere. The soothing bobbing began to feel rough like vicious waves crashing up against rocks. Nausea seeped into my veins and pricked the hairs on my skin; I had to stop the motion.
My eyes flew open and my arms jerked to assist in getting myself up. Seconds later I realised everything, the bobbing, the nausea and not being able to help myself up. I was being carried.