The world is nothing but a blurry thing, moving by rather inexplicably, and she can hardly sense up from down.

The pain and the panic seem to cancel one another, and so she feels neither. Just numbness. Shock.

For what little she is aware of, she is largely unresponsive. For as much as her will drives her to keep going, to fight, she's past the point of fighting her own body's responses.

She wants to wake up.

To keep fighting.

But instead, she has to rely on her friend to carry her out of this mess.