M'tired, sleep now. No more...no more. *She was mumbling, whisper soft, her voice sounded gravelly, wet, tired.*
*She was listening to Lucas, trying really hard to stay awake, but sleep seemed way more important right now. Then she was being told she had to move again. Hold her breath, she could barely keep her eyes open.*
M'sorry. *Her breathing was unsteady, ragged, painful. Her eyelids felt heavy and so did her chest. Like it was still be pressed upon. Her eyes continued to flutter, trying to stay open, but they kept resting closed. Only to try and fight with them again.*