Nicole couldn't stop screaming as she got out of the tub and tried to run away. Only for her vision to turn black causing her to hit her head on the door passing out.
Nicole's eyes felt heavy as she woke up in her bed. Her breath, shallow and labored, felt as though it were drawn through a veil of gossamer, each inhalation a struggle against the weight of exhaustion that pressed down upon the chest like a leaden cloak. Yet, despite the overwhelming weakness that gripped her body, there remained a flicker of awareness - a spark of consciousness that refused to be extinguished. It was a fragile thread, frayed and tenuous, but she was resilient in its tenacity to cling to life.
