You feel strength pouring into your veins. Power
"Miss? you alright?" he demands, leaning over you anxiously.
Cont.
..." you are still watching Doran, he looks somewhat angry,
and sad too. You find yourself coughing hoarsely. Apparently, you had
been wet and cold for hours, while you lay unconscience. Your chest
feels as if it is being crushed under millions of weights, your
ribcage suffering to each blow. You can't breathe! Dimly, your eyes
swimming out of focus, you see Doran gape and leap to his feet, almost
knocking the stool he had been sitting on over.
