[It's at about that point when there's a soft groan from Maria. Her eyes wince shut even further at the harsh tones in the room. Someone got woken up by the arguing.
She doesn't open her eyes, just lets the tightness slacken from them. Her mouth feels like it's full of cotton and when she speaks it's slurred.]
Please, please tel meI'mnot dead. Ve-Vecause ifIam an you'rescreaming at one 'nother I've clearly gone t hell.