152. Out of Character.

Suddenly, she started to choke. The bowl was immediately pulled away from her face as she coughed but it wasn't strong enough to clear her throat and she felt panic rise up.

She would have struggled if she had any energy to move around but all she could do was cough. The panic clouded everything else as her half-awake mind feared the worst.

"Mauve," Mill's voice called out to her. She could hear the worry in her voice. By the cold hands on her skin, she could tell Mill was the one holding her up. 

As Mauve coughed weakly, she felt someone push her a little so she was leaning forward. 

"Gently," the voice said.

A slight tap on her back and she could breathe again. 

"She is fine," he said. "Please lean her back."

She coughed again but not because she had to but because it was the aftermath of her coughing fit. She felt her chest rise and fall at her steady breathing.