Eventually, she passed whatever threshold she had for endurance and passed into sleep once again.There were no more conscious moments in which to think and feel. Only a fleeting mist of faint and tiny memories.
Green shadows outside the tank.
The roar of draining liquid.
“Looking good, no problems here.”
Gravity, absent too long and unwelcome to return.
“There we go. It’s okay. It’s okay, kitten.”
Her lungs alive once more as they should be.
“Salem? Salem, can you hear me?”
Her tongue finally feeling at ease in her mouth.
“I hear you.”
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