"Soleia!"
Soleia's eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as though someone was forcibly holding them down. She inhaled deeply, only to find that it was difficult to do so. Her lungs felt as though an elephant was sitting on her chest, and no matter how much she gasped and writhed for air, nothing quite seemed to satisfy her need.
Instead of responding to her name, her lips parted. A weak, trembling gasp escaped her throat, and her eyelids quivered but made no signs of opening.
"Soleia, please. Can you hear me? Soleia!"
This time, she was able to crack one eyelid a tad bit open. Her vision was blurry at best, but she could still barely make out the figure of Orion, with his fiery red hair and concerned blue eyes, crouched over her.
It was then she registered that she was no longer on the cold floor, but wrapped tightly in Orion's safe arms.
