She was shaking, her hands and feet turning cold. She was trying, by all the gods she was trying to stay there in the present, but her strength was being stolen from her. She didn't catch everything Tragos said, but his voice was soothing.
Two EMTs and a stretcher appeared in the elevator and rushed to her side, checking her vitals as they transferred her from couch to stretcher. She tried to keep hold of Tragos, but her hands had gone as weak as a kitten. She coughed, and whined, and blood coloured the corners of her mouth.