Reconciling... Accepting...Planning for Fate

Sound... feeling... voices... seemed so far away. MEELA!! *panic* I reached for her. She was... fine. Asleep. *relief* I could not stop shaking and shivering. Deomo's voice, tired and weak, spoke to me, called my name. With shaking hends he pulled me up from the floor and into his lap. He held me tight. Slowly, very slowly balance was returning. The world stopped spinning. Air... it was becoming easier to breathe. I shivered in his arms for a bit.

After a few hours, we talked. He was listeing now. I told him about Max's plans... if the specialist says I even qualify for safely transplanting Meela into incubation. Deomo swore that if she could not save Meela somehow... that he would kill her. I hope Max has enough time to build the facility for this incubation thing. I only have a week. Meela only has a week.

I pray... pray that is enough time....