Its the middle of the night based on the sounds, she can’t get air in her lungs, it burns, she coughs- Somethings dragging her under.
She’s there, but she’s not, she’s slipping from reds grip, but she’s not.
The world outside is muffled, and she’s greeted by the sound of bubbles, as if she was drifting down beneath the waves of the ocean.
Theres light, and steadily encroaching darkness… She feels hands on her, dragging her lower… And she can hear people yelling- It’s muffled, but she can hear their panic.
But despite her drifting down and the panicked voices steadily growing farther and farther away, something happened.
That familiar melody, and she saw the visage of her mother suddenly take her hand, and something massive push her up from below.
And then she’s back, laid out on the bed mat, mid chest compression from Red, head tilted back in Giovannis hand and sputtering against his lips as the reflex to breathe suddenly returned, air filling her lungs under her own power again, followed by an anguished scream and sob.
And her mothers voice settles on her ears, and over the area too.
[Do not despair, you are not without allies. It’s not your time yet, mija…]
Red eyes flutter open, weak, but conscious, hand coming up to grab whoevers closest- Red, leaning into Giovannis hand. “I-I’m… Sorry…”
