It was five minutes of hell for her, regardless of how short of time that was. She spent most of it trembling and convulsing, crying out and unable to speak even pleading words. She felt sick, but she didn't know how to deal with feeling sick, so she just cried more, sobbing harshly with each twinge of pain, each horrid feeling.

But it did pass in time, the cries quieting, the sobs ceasing, even her shaking quelling in to little more than tired trembling. At last, her voice came back to her, rougher and slightly deeper than she remembered it being before.

"I-I'm... okay..."