And we're back to when they're still little. I'm sorry in advance.
Cora POV:
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
My hands are shaking.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
The room is spinning.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
I can't feel my legs.
DEEP BREATH IN, DEEP BREATH OUT.
"I can't- I can't do this." I rasp.
A warm hand clasps my shoulder firmly. It's now my only tether to reality. Sounds are blurred, the ground isn't there anymore.
"-ra, -kay. -our -ay. Breathe." A distant, yet steady voice cuts in and out. I just have to breath. That's all I can do.
I don't feel like I'm breathing. I can feel my chest heaving, and air is rushing past my lips, but I don't think I'm breathing.
My finger start to tingle, sending little sparks of feeling down my hands. Then there's nothing. I can't move my fingers.
Move. Move. Move. MOVE!
"I can't feel my hands!" I shout, probably the only coherent thought I've had in the past few minutes, possibly hours. How long have I been like this?
My vision snaps into focus. Cement floors underneath feet I can't feel. My own shaking hands being held with hands much tanner. I can't feel those hands.
The only thing I can feel is my chest, concaving with every rasp of breath.
"I can't feel my hands!" I cry through blurring vision. "I can't- I CAN'T FEEL MY HANDS!" I shriek.
"Cora!" A rasp to match my own. My eyes snap to Damian. His usual poker face has shattered like glass. The cotton in my ears slowly melts away.
"I need you to breathe, Beloved." He commands. I find myself gasping for air. Finally, a deep breath. Then another. Another.
"Dam- ian." I choke on a sob. "I can't feel- I can't- my- my-" he nods gently.
"I know. I know. Just breathe. Relax, Cora." He soothes. I nod frantically.
I force my muscles to relax. It's like wading through molasses, and every sob feels like a yank backward. Then I feel it. I feel the warmth cupping my hands. I can't move my fingers, but I can feel Damian's.
"You're doing so well, you're okay." He assures calmly. I breathe another deep breath. I start to feel my wrists tingle, then my palms, and lastly my fingers. I twitch them, as if they fell asleep and I'm trying to wake them up.
My calves tingle, and it travels right down to my toes. I continue to breath. In, out. In, out. I look over every inch of Damian's expression, it's enough to ground me solidly.
Thick eyebrows meshed together, an ever so slightly scrunched nose, pupils so small they look like pinpricks in a strike of forest green. He has a crease of his sunkissed skin just over his brows.
"I can feel, your hands. You're, right here." I speak between gasps of air. He nods, his eyebrows pulling apart just a bit.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He promises surely. I nod along with him. He breathes with me, slowing down steadily. I follow his breathing.
"He won't- can't hurt me?" I beg. If I could, I would actually get on my knees and beg. Beg for my safety.
"I won't let him. He can't hurt you." Damian assures fiercely. A spark flares behind the emerald of his eyes. I hold onto that spark.
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FanfictionI had sooo many ideas while writing these two books that I had to scrap or I thought of way too late. So because I still want to write them and share more Cora content with you guys, I wrote this book. I still don't own DC or it's characters. The p...
