Corey couldn't exactly say what dragged her from the thick and soupy abyss that she'd fallen into, but there was some sort of urgent jolt that jerked her back from just falling into oblivion. Her eyes, or really eye fluttered open, though the room around her wavered and swam as if it were a mirage in the desert. There was so much pain, her entire body felt like it was on fire, but she felt detached from it almost. Like it wasn't happening too her. Like it was a dream.
Honestly, it was a dangerous combination of things that meant her time was running out.
Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, as if full of cotton, as she tried to make her head turn in order to see who was screaming. The voice sounded familiar, but it took so much effort to bring it all into focus. When it was in focus, the pain was so sharp she cried out, very nearly losing consciousness again. It was only the sight of Logan's head of familiar blonde hair that kept her from doing so, a surge of fear and panic causing her to whimper as she struggled to get up. A terrible idea really, all metal impalements considered, and she wailed as the world tilted.
Her head fell back against the column, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. "No no. Not you too," she managed, gaze on her sister even as her vision started to fade.