It was a time before the spasms finally subsided, and with them went whatever energy that regaining consciousness had given her. She slumped back against the mattress, no longer physically able to continue her feeble attempts at supporting herself.

But, despite this, there was something that caused her to want to try again. The sound of a voice, one that in her current state of partial awareness seemed like it was coming from about a million miles away. Maybe one that was... vaguely familiar? She didn't understand. Didn't--

With all the strength she could muster (which, again, wasn't much, but you have to give her credit for trying), she managed to lift her head just enough to catch sight of an equally familiar form approaching the bedside. Trying to process this didn't bring her any answers. Only more questions. The details of what had happened before she'd blacked out were still fuzzy; this wasn't helping.

"How...?"