"I do not doubt she senses that, your love for her. Even in this fitful sleep." With a slight sniff, Laura was able to offer him a small smile. "Her distress seems to have dropped dramatically. As has her depression. It will aid in her recovery, I believe." She did not know for sure, but it didn't seem to hurtful to give him something to hope for.
"If I had not witnessed it myself, the strength of love and the power it holds, I would doubt. But even through the most realistic hallucinations, it can shine through." She remembered her own. The one that gave her so much want. So much longing.
Laura's eyes widened slightly, at the sudden shift of Eowyn's heart beat, the scent... everything. "Get her on her side." She warned, alarm sang through her body as she moved.
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That was the only warning they got, before Eowyn's body suddenly stiffened, and began to convulse shortly after. Grunts, and gurgling sounds rumbling from her throat. Her arms flailing, as legs kicked.
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Laura glanced worriedly at Watson. Why had her BP dropped so suddenly? And where were the elves?