In, in where? Questions race through my mind, and everything seems like it is moving to fast. Pine needles, smoke, brick buildings. Arms tight around my waist, everything is blurry, darkness creeping in from around the edges. Panic, I can feel my heart beating in my chest, too fast.

Black

"Drink this," Something wet is pressed to my lips. I close my mouth against it, and try to open my eyes. Light burns, so I close them again.

"Don't try to look around; don't worry about where you are. You are safe. Just Drink."

I try to pull back, pressing against something soft, but itchy against my bare skin. Bare skin, I start to panic where are my clothes, and where am I. I push back further, shoving blindly away from whatever is propping me up, and I fall backwards, landing on something hard. I try to open my eyes again. I make out shapes faint things in the light, shadows. Brick walls, books, cushions, three shapes like people.

"Stop" This time it's a voice I recognize.

"She will die if she doesn't drink this." Says the first voice, "she needs to stop being so stubborn"

"She is scared." Its Calins voice, although I cannot make out his face.

"It wont mater if she dies because she wont trust us."

"There was a time, where drinking blindly from a cup in the dark killed a lot of us."

"You saved her, she should have more faith"

"Faith was the argument they made before. Give me the cup" Shuffling noises, something touches my face my hair, lifting me up. "Laine, I need you to drink this."

I open my mouth to speak, and he pours something into it. I cough, spiting the foul smelling tasting liquid back into the cup. My throat feels raw. "Why," I ask still coughing.

"Laine, if I wanted you dead, I would have left you to die. Trust me." He waited, I did not open my mouth. "Laine, if you don't drink this, I am going to knock you out and pour it down your throat."

I open my mouth and take two slow long swallows. It burns my throat and mouth and I start to cough again, but manage to keep it down.

"Good girl," Calin whispers before lowering my head back down. I try to sit up again but find that I cannot move. It burns my chest and stomach but I don't feel like I am panicking. I don't feel like my heart is racing, in fact it feels like it is slowing down. Slower and slower and my eyes close. Muscles relax and the darkness rushes in.