Nellie didn't wake so much as she clawed her way toward consciousness, dragged upward through a thick and suffocating darkness that clung to her like wet fabric.
Her mind floated somewhere between feverish dreams and the faint, lingering memory of her own voice screaming, her throat felt scraped raw, every breath scratching painfully as if the air itself had turned to tiny shards of glass.
The poison itself seem to have spread to the point it was cooking her from the inside out.
Yet, the balancer did it's job and kept her alive, for the most part the medicine was a slow process.
But a necessary one if she was going to make it out of this place alive.
Her eyes twitched open for a moment... Just. a moment though as she couldn't see clearly, everything swam in and out of focus, but she realized she wasn't lying still.
