Closed; The Recovery
When Daphne Greengrass had been pulled from the fire her body had already been shutting down. It wasn't the flames that had done the most damage, despite the severe burns she had suffered. After all, that was what regrowth potions and burning ointments were for. Within a matter of days she was as good as new, her olive skin smooth and sleek as ever. But it had never been her appearance that they were concerned about.
The battle was internal. Her brain had suffered from lack of oxygen and her lungs had struggled against the smoke filtering through them. Every organ in her body had been fighting against itself, defiant and determined to survive, until it had been too much. She was unconscious long before Terry had reached her, heart rate slowed as pieces of herself gave up. There hadn't been any pain once she drifted off, her mind shutting down first to spare her and she had simply floated away.
As the days passed the Healers grew less hopeful. There was very little that they could for her besides keep her comfortable, continue to administrate their standard potions, and wait. There was no telling what the damage would be if (not when) Daphne woke. It had been decided that they would just continue to do their best until her body finally gave up completely.
Then, suddenly, Daphne opened her eyes.
All at once the machines went off, beeping and ringing madly. The room was a mess of noise and chaos as the Healers ran in, not quite sure what to expect when they reached her bedside. Daphne's heart rate shot up as she took in her surroundings, more confused than anything else.
"Somebody get Cecilia Jacobs," somebody called, her head sticking half way out the room. "She's going to want to be here!"
The battle was internal. Her brain had suffered from lack of oxygen and her lungs had struggled against the smoke filtering through them. Every organ in her body had been fighting against itself, defiant and determined to survive, until it had been too much. She was unconscious long before Terry had reached her, heart rate slowed as pieces of herself gave up. There hadn't been any pain once she drifted off, her mind shutting down first to spare her and she had simply floated away.
As the days passed the Healers grew less hopeful. There was very little that they could for her besides keep her comfortable, continue to administrate their standard potions, and wait. There was no telling what the damage would be if (not when) Daphne woke. It had been decided that they would just continue to do their best until her body finally gave up completely.
Then, suddenly, Daphne opened her eyes.
All at once the machines went off, beeping and ringing madly. The room was a mess of noise and chaos as the Healers ran in, not quite sure what to expect when they reached her bedside. Daphne's heart rate shot up as she took in her surroundings, more confused than anything else.
"Somebody get Cecilia Jacobs," somebody called, her head sticking half way out the room. "She's going to want to be here!"