When she wakes up the first time, there is a demon over her bed.

Alixanna immediately tries to scream, but the demon is faster, covering her mouth and nose with a slick black hand. The medic thrashes violently against the intruder and tries to pull him off, but his arm is covered in some kind of tar and she can't get a good grip. She tries to dig her fingernails in and at least [i]hurt[/i] the son of a bitch, but the creature is unflinching. The demon's eyes bore into hers as the sludge begins to flow into her.

If feels a lot like what Alixanna assumes drowning must feel like.

All of the struggle runs out of the teen and the only thing she can focus on is trying to breathe. Her pulse is hammering in her ears and she can't see anything anymore. [i]'Calm down,'[/i] she tries to tell herself, her chest heaving as she inhales tiny, useless gasps. [i]'The human body can only go three minutes without air. That's what is going to kill you first.'[/i] It's this thought that prompts the doctor in training to inhale deeply against the black bile. [i]'Not enough.'[/i] Her hands flex futilely as she feels herself being moved. Alixanna can't remember where she is anymore. [i]'Not enough air. I'm going to lose consciousness within the next minute and a half.'[/i]

Her calculations must have been off though, because their is a touch against her temple and she blacks out within thirty seconds.

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When she wakes up the second time, it is to the swaying of a moving carriage. Alixanna tries to move her hands only to realize that they've been bound behind her back. The brunette gives up almost instantly, relaxing against the straw and screwing her eyes closed. The teen has never felt more exhausted or weak.

After she gets her breath back, Alixanna tries to take stock of the situation. [i]'Still barefoot,'[/i] she thinks as she wiggles her toes. [i]'Still in my nightclothes,'[/i] she accesses while shifting against the hay and feeling the familiar cotton texture or her nightgown move against her skin. [i]'Definitely not decent now. Mum would have a heart attack,' [/i] she giggles a little hysterically, on the brink of a breakdown. At least someone put a blanket over her. Thank the gods for small mercies.