Only a mumble, a slurred “yes”, was emitted from the girl as Nevin turned to work on the calming medications. Her heart beat brutally against her ribcage, threatening to burst out. The pulse was neurotic and heavy, lightning quick and full of terror. She had nothing to run from, but she felt like running.

Her body vibrated as she huddled in the cot. Her thoughts raced too fast for even her to read. Blurred images, miserable memories, scattered senses that were someplace else. Her fingers went numb, hands hard to move, as she closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Snowflake?”

She opened her glazed eyes. The older alchemist held a pill and glass of water in his hands. Her fingers twitch, her arm protesting, but she shakily extended her hand and took the pill. After popping it into her mouth, she attempted to take the glass. It felt heavy as lead. She had to use both arms to take it from Nevin's grasp. Even then, her arms trembled as she drank the water.

After lowering it, she barely lost her grip. Nevin thankfully already had it in his hands, but Felicity’s own convulsed in weakness. Leaning back, into the shadows of her darn interior, the redhead leaned her head against the wall. Her arms were limp and at her sides, but her legs were still bunched against her chest. The panic within her began to slowly ebb away, yet the splitting pain remained.