Esme's eyes drooped open and shut, instantly blinded by a white light. Now with her lids closed, her vision was filled with an orangey / red hue from the sunlight piercing into her eyes. Esme moaned and moved her head stiffly to the side.
"Esme!"
Her fingers were crushed, and she moaned again, the feeling of pain making her eyes open. She felt disorientated, dizzy from the new sights and sounds around her. She blinked, and a familiar face with puffy red eyes from crying beamed at her, her tears now seemingly of joy as Anastasia half cried and laughed. "Esme, are you really awake?" She croaked; her blue puppy-like eyes stared back at her in hope. It was a look she never wished to disappoint.
"Hmmm, S-ia, I'm 'wake," Esme mumbled and licked her lips, grimacing from the taste of salt and the sudden burning sensation down her throat.