“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“..Patrick…” Nessa mumbled in recognition, blinking at him blearily.
Her words were slurred, and her vision blurry. She could vaguely feel her long hair sticking to her skin, and burning sensations around her wrists and ankles.
“..Silver-hurts..” Her voice rose slightly in pitch as shock wore off, and she began tugging at her restraints frantically “get it off, Patrick–it needs to come off!”
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