he who hesitates is toast

Pain is setting in, along with a horrifying numbness in her arms and legs and torso. It's all she can do to keep breathing, to try and push away the gray film that's trying to push across her vision.

Sharon whimpers, low, her breathing rough and labored, feeling cold all over. She can hear Nakia and Ross talking, but can't tell what they're saying, can't feel Nakia's gentle hands on her back. The fear is a distant thing, coiling up around her, tightening a little more with each terrified gasp for air. The cement floor is cold against her forehead, but she can't lift her head.

She can't do anything.