You felt sick. Head throbbing in agonising waves, your chest shuddered with every strangled breath, hands trembling. You tried to sit up, but your arms shook beneath you, head feeling stuffed with cotton, eyes blurred and dry at the same time. Blinking rapidly, you finally managed to prop yourself up against a wall, panting from the effort. Your stomach was heaving, emptiness haunting you, and your throat burned. A hand came to brush over your forehead, pushing your hair away from your sweat-beaded face with a gentleness you couldn’t help but flinch away from. Somehow, you felt both hot and cold, both sensations unbearable despite the other. Your limbs tingled. Red wings stretched into view, coming to curl around you.

“…You feeling alright?”