( the pain is sharp, blistering heat spreading across her skin, leaving ragged lines of bright angry burns criss-crossing from head to toe. it's enough to leave her light-headed, her vision blurry from tears that haven't quite yet fallen, but pain doesn't entirely kill her instincts. no, being picked up is still something she can sense, even as foggy as her mind feels; her arms reach up blindly for whoever it is that's lifting her limp limbs from where they've sprawled out on the ground.
except, she knows that voice. she doesn't quite understand the sensation of warmth and strange softness that blooms across her body, or how the pain seems to dull to a low throbbing even before the sun's shine is mottled by the canopy of leaves over head, but she knows the voice. that's a voice she knows, and it's coming from derek himself hovering above her. as her vision comes back into focus, it's his face looking all too concerned over her. that, if nothing else, is a small comfort. )
Don't go. ( her voice is cracked and strained, but the words come fast all the same. ) Please don't leave me here...
my dream.
except, she knows that voice. she doesn't quite understand the sensation of warmth and strange softness that blooms across her body, or how the pain seems to dull to a low throbbing even before the sun's shine is mottled by the canopy of leaves over head, but she knows the voice. that's a voice she knows, and it's coming from derek himself hovering above her. as her vision comes back into focus, it's his face looking all too concerned over her. that, if nothing else, is a small comfort. )
Don't go. ( her voice is cracked and strained, but the words come fast all the same. ) Please don't leave me here...