Pain.
That was the first thing she felt.
Before any other senses woke up, she felt a violent pain that she could not localize at first.
Her lungs burned and demanded oxygen, but the pain was so great that her entire chest was compressed into a rigid shape.
Lights flickered in front of her squeezed eyes and she heard noises that seemed far too far away.
Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her forehead and a heartbreaking melody next to her ear.
"It'll be all right, Lily."
The voice was like the most beautiful music she could imagine and suddenly her chest rose and she greedily sucked in the air that her body had pleadingly longed for.
She noticed a movement at the crook of her arm, but the pain she had noticed in her thigh by now drowned everything else.
Only the hand remained on her forehead and Lily desperately clung to the comforting touch.
The pain didn't decrease, but it seemed as if her body went numb.
It took a while but she was able to open her eyes and stared into a bright light. Blurred movements left and right confused her and she needed a few more seconds to let her eyes get adjusted to the bright light.
The melodic voice hissed orders that she didn't understand, but she didn't need to understand them either. The sound of it was enough to keep her conscious.
Or so she thought, because as her body went numb, she felt the cool hand on her cheek. Her head was moved with gentle pressure and the soft voice reappeared next to her ear.
Her tone of concern was only incidentally noticed by her.
"You have to stay awake. Please."
She opened her eyes with force, not to escape the overwhelming urge of sleep, but rather out of curiosity as to who was the owner of this voice. She certainly did not know him, for she would never have forgotten that sound.
Her gaze searched aimlessly when it got caught on a figure. His appearance was in no way inferior to his voice and Lily was again unable to breathe.
Even if she was not a believer in god and could not gain anything from the whole religious thing, she was convinced that this being before her had to be an angel.
Maybe she was dying, that would at least explain the pain. But why should an angel care for her? Didn't atheists go to hell? And why did an angel wore such clothes?
She stared at him with wide open eyes and only now noticed the almost desperate expression on his angelic features.
His blonde hair was lit by the bright lamp as if he had a halo and Lily couldn't avert her gaze.
Again he said something to her but she couldn't understand it. Her eyelids grew heavier and she felt the urge to sleep.
It was just too tempting, the pain was almost numb and with the sight of it she had no time to even think about the fear of death. If death was brought to her by such a beautiful creature, she might as well welcome it.
The velvety voice barked commands that she didn't understand and suddenly everything was gone.