Chapter 152. Out of Character.
Suddenly, she started to choke. The bowl was immediately pulled away from her face as she coughed but it wasn’t strong enough to clear her throat and she felt panic rise up.
She would have struggled if she had any energy to move around but all she could do was cough. The panic clouded everything else as her half-awake mind feared the worst.
"Mauve," Mill’s voice called out to her. She could hear the worry in her voice. By the cold hands on her skin, she could tell Mill was the one holding her up.
As Mauve coughed weakly, she felt someone push her a little so she was leaning forward.
"Gently," the voice said.
A slight tap on her back and she could breathe again.
"She is fine," he said. "Please lean her back."
She coughed again but not because she had to but because it was the aftermath of her coughing fit. She felt her chest rise and fall at her steady breathing.
The bowl was put to her lips again. Mauve tried to shake her head but since she couldn’t move her head, she stuck out her tongue instead. She didn’t want whatever it was, it made her feel weird.
"Please drink, you need the energy. You will feel better soon enough." The same voice said.
She knew she wasn’t alone but all she could think about was trying to escape from the pain. She didn’t even know where she was, and couldn’t remember anything before the pain.