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That I didn’t want attention. But my body wasn’t cooperating. My fingers tingled. My legs felt numb. My chest tightened slightly, not in pain, just… weakness. I tried to lift my hand. It barely moved. “Stay with us, ma’am.” Stay. I tried. I focused on breathing. Inhale. Exhale. But each breath felt shallow. Distant. Everything started fading at the edges. The sounds became muffled. Like I was underwater. And in that strange floating state, when my body felt detached from my mind, one thought remained clear.

Not like this. Everything goes black. The next thing I feel is weird. Like I'm floating. My body feels light, like in a dream. I feel wind on my face, real wind, not the gross prison air I got used to. I can smell trees and grass. It smells like being free.

I stood there for a few seconds before he asked, “Do you feel okay?” “Yeah, just a little fuzzy,” I replied. “It’s weird. It’s like I’m vibrating on a different plane.” I shook my head, thinking he would probably write down “Cass is crazy” on my chart, but he just nodded along with me. “I don’t think that probably makes much sense, but it’s like I’m moving through the air differently.” “I think I understand,” he said, writing something down. It seemed like more words than my prediction. “Take a few steps.”

//Chandra Margaret// What kind of feeling is this? I feel like I'm lying in clouds whenever our lips touch. Waitt--- did my worms are now grown up? Why does it feel like my worms is now butterfly? Flying freely on my tummy. My toes feel so weak to the point I have to put my arms around his neck so I won't fall on the ground.

My mind keeps running, circling the same thoughts. Then I feel it. A soft tingling spreads through me, just like she said. It starts small, almost easy to miss, then grows. It moves slowly over my skin, like a faint current. Then it sinks deeper. It feels strange. Not painful. Not sharp. Just… heavy. Like something is pressing down on me, but not in a bad way. More like it’s easing me into stillness. My body starts to loosen. My muscles give in one by one. The tension fades without me having to fight it. It feels like I’m melting into the couch, like I’m sinking deeper with every second.

I’m jerked again as he pulls the legs of my trousers free and all I’m left in is wet underwear, somehow aware that I’m lying on a bed mostly naked, and yet I feel detached from reality as though I’m stuck in a bubble in my mind and the normal world is getting to be so far away. ‘‘You can’t put her on a flight like this. Airports are starting to open in the morning according to Jake but no way in hell is she fit for a journey.’’ Mico’s voice waves through and I give up trying to look where it’s coming from. I close my eyes and relax into the sensation of being bodiless. Stop fighting and become weightless, so I can fly around the room like a dandelion seed. Maybe I am that weed after all and

The sky melds together in blue and green as I lay on my back, the damp earth seeping coldness into my clothes. Each blade of grass presses against my skin, leaving imprints I can feel but can’t see. I blink, trying to focus on the clouds drifting overhead. They move in slow motion, or maybe it’s my brain that’s lagging behind. My thoughts are as scattered as dandelion seeds in the wind, fleeting and impossible to grasp. I try to remember how I got here, but the memories slip away like water through cupped hands.

Maya's POV The weird thing about fainting is that you never realize you're unconscious until you're waking back up. One minute, I was floating. Literally floating. It felt like I was drifting through the sky, weightless, peaceful. Looking down at all the people I loved. Gabby was down there smiling and waving. My family was there too. My friends. Everybody looked happy. Even Shane. He was waving at me with that stupid handsome smile of his, and I smiled back.

It’s so deep and vibrating that I instantly rise and slam down again and this time, light sparks and dances behind my lids. Panting, I lie back with no outer of shame and exposed, not an ounce of embarrassment or regret. He rises from the bed. But I’m busy trying to decide if I’m cosmic dust scattering every which way into the universe or if I’m simply boneless, malleable and pliant like jelly.

As I am sucked into unconsciousness the pain finally stops, I don’t feel anything actually which is a nice change. I feel light and floaty kind of a weird sensation but relaxing calming even, I know I’m not fully asleep as I am aware of the sounds around me but I can’t wake up either.