The spots were still swimming before her eyes, and her chest felt like it had exploded.
Cho had never felt this much pain in her life, and as she started to come to, everything seemed different. The light was too bright, even if she knew she couldn't see. Sound was muffled. The feel of a hand on her shoulder was only making the pain worse.
She felt a tingle of magic, and some of the pain subsided. She started speaking, in Mandarin, and was surprised to hear her father reply. She looked up in confusion, not seeing his face, and panicking at the fact she couldn't see him. Her hand clutched tightly at his robes, slipping away as she felt him moving away from her.
She wanted her father, dammit, and she started to call out for him. Her voice was hoarse and she collapsed back down on the bed, too weak to follow him.