Novel & Cerita Before You Slip Into Unconsciousness

My steps faltered as I stumbled forward, my vision blurring and my consciousness slipping away. "No," I muttered. There were numerous souls still entrapped within the dining area, awaiting deliverance. I couldn't afford to succumb to unconsciousness now. Yet, against my will, the darkness encroached. Relentless. Damn it. Summoning the final reserves of my energy, I struggled to rise from the ground, each movement an agonizing endeavor. But my efforts proved futile as the world around me blurred into a chaotic swirl. A gentle shake on my shoulder jolted through my fading consciousness, accompanied by the urgent question, "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, not trusting my voice to say anything. There was a brief pressure, then warmth spreading slowly through me. My limbs began to feel distant, heavy, like they no longer fully belonged to me. The ceiling lights blurred above me as my breathing slowed, voices fading into something softer, further away. My hand twitched weakly toward my stomach. “We’re going to be okay,” I whispered. Then everything slipped. And the world went dark.

I lay there, pinned and helpless, the weight across my back making it impossible to draw a full breath. My fingers twitched uselessly against the floor. Just before the darkness swallowed everything, the door swung open with a sharp thud. Heavy boots crossed the threshold, the sound echoing through the small chamber. I tried to lift my head—to see who it was—but my body refused to respond. Consciousness slipped away before I could manage even that.

I thrash, but whoever is behind me is strong, too strong. A sharp, musky scent floods my senses, something thick and cloying. Not Kane. A cloth presses against my face. No— My body weakens instantly. My vision swims, the world tilting at odd angles. A muffled voice murmurs something in my ear, but it’s distant, like I’m underwater. No. No. No. My heartbeat slows. My limbs go slack. The last thing I hear before everything turns black is my own breath fading into silence.

he murmurs. My eyes roll back as the fumes take me, the world tilting, and I collapse into unconsciousness, falling back onto the cold leather seat, utterly helpless.

Quick. Burning. And then my body goes slack almost instantly, my limbs turning heavy and unresponsive as panic explodes inside my mind. "Wh—what…did you…" My voice comes out slurred, barely forming words. The room tilts as darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision. My knees buckle, my fingers twitching uselessly as I try to hold onto something—anything—but my body won't listen. The last thing I see— Is Keal's smile, and then everything goes black.

Wondering who these people are, my focus swiftly dithers as my mind attempts to slip into oblivion—left at the mercy of what I hope is rescuers and not capturers, unable to do anything either way. Trying to anchor myself to the present despite the powerful desire to drift into the exhaustion that weighs over me, I focus on embracing the flittering pain while begging my body not to cave in to its pull. With my body becoming a prison of darkness, I’m taken away by the strangers, gently carried when the persistent rocking of being held nudges me down the inevitable slippery slope that leads to the silent abyss of unconsciousness, transporting me to the unknown. Fleeting in and out of unconsciou

By the time I arrived, I was completely drained. And true enough, the moment my body fell onto the bed, my vision darkened. My breathing became shallow as my body began to shiver. And eventually, I lost consciousness. …

In that moment, she yearned to remain in peaceful slumber, shielded from the harsh realities of the world. Just as she was engulfed by the darkness, the last thing she registered was the sound of a familiar voice urgently calling out her name. It echoed through the void, a poignant reminder of the connection she had with someone who cared deeply for her. With that final call, she succumbed to the depths of unconsciousness.

How could you possibly target him after all that, Willa? My pupils constricted sharply as my vision blurred. I felt my blood run cold as I stammered, "W-What car accident? What do you mean by critical condition? W-What are you talking about?"