Her eyes fluttered, and she remembered the pain. Her body quaked, and arms pulled her closer. Someone held her to their chest, warm, solid, a steady heartbeat, walking, swaying, rocking her back to sleep. Her skin hurt. She could hear the rain but couldn’t feel it. Warm fingers pushed her wet hair off her forehead, and arms squeezed her tighter. She fell back into the blackness, like blinking.
