She tried again, pouring all of her emotions into it. It seemed her brain had begun to agree with her again, however her lungs were still attacking themselves, making it hard to breathe. Focusing harder than ever, she gave it her all and concentrated.
Suddenly, her lungs gave a massive heave, violently attacking themselves once more. She wailed in pain, but kept concentrating until the EKG flatlined...
Taking heaving breaths, Si'ralle held onto her tender thread of life, ignoring the fact her lungs were in a war against themselves. Fixing her mouth open, she let out a keening, quiet wail that ended in a rasp of pain and forced breathing. Yet she kept trying, knowing it was futile. Or was it...?