At first the idea of being resurrected- well no it still seems impossible. It seems as though instead of sitting in the purgatory they call they bubbles one would phase out of existence. Even if so, would phasing out of existence be so much more terrible than the dreaded lull and lazy hypnosis of the bubbles? Even so it would be a shame if all the work to it went to waste.
An entire heart. The one she wasn’t born with. That one was long gone. Stolen in numerous ways by that one...being.
Mindfang offered comfort that no other could. She made the large chance of phasing into nothingness seem small. Didn’t help that she had been leaning on her like a crutch. Emotionally, and at this moment physically.
To awake in a...space of bright light what in the least of terms, frightening. It caused her to throw a fist at the first thing that came into vision, a gurgling sound that was supposed to be an apology, retching, and then once again falling unconscious.
Awaking again in a softer lit room, babies breath in a mason next to her, and a quilt was a much better start to coming alive. There’s still a grogginess and pain with the body that hasn’t been used in weeks.
