Lucy almost choked on the pill as the struggle to breath became more and more desperate. With a free hand, she clenched Jurano's shirt in a death grip and a look of wild panic glazed over her eyes. Finally, she calmed down enough to let the pill slide down her throat. The pain was unbearable, like a million needles all at once were stinging her chest. Soon, that same pain began to dull into a slow numb. Moments passed, then seconds, until a full two minutes had gone by. The light in Lucy's eyes began to slowly return, losing it's wild look. Her hand slowly untightened, limping lifelessly at her side. It took another few seconds for her to speak again.

". . .t. . thanks." A round of coughing took her, and she pushed the boy away for room. After recovering from that, she stood up gingerly and looked at Jurano. Whatever emotion was displayed before was now gone, replaced by her usual stoic expression. "Apologies for burdening you with my i-inconvenience Jurano Darklight." Her voice stuttered just slightly, being the only reminder that she had almost died a few minutes ago.

"Right. We should h-head back downstairs. Morgan Reid is no d-doubt worried."