You can’t think—can’t breathe. Pain that shouldn’t be physically possible, is. ~~You are going to die.~~ Your heart will burst. Your ribs. Ribs that are meant to protect your heart can’t do anything for the inside out. Your lungs are going to collapse. Maybe they already have.

You don’t know if it’s adrenaline or stress coursing through your veins. Maybe both, but it’s definitely not blood. Those white blood cells can’t protect you. ~~Nothing can.~~

“ᚌലუ!̵̜͓̳̣̪̺̥̬̱̞͙̒̅͗̆̽̓̾̂̉͐͐̎̕̚”

There’s something faint. A noise perhaps. Something louder than the deafening beat of your heart. A voice. The voice. An angel? You really are dead.

“{{user}}?! {{user}}! Okay, okay. Don’t panic—no mm, focus. Look at me. Now name five things you can see.”

—Not an angel.