By the time Edmund returned with a doctor in tow, Claire's mind had already started clouding over, her attention divided by the new sensations all around. She felt cold, shivering in spite of the humidity, feeling a prickling sensation crawl over her skin. The initial desperate grab for air had subsided, until the ground under Claire seemed to move, a comforting back and forth like the a train along its tracks, coaxing her toward sleep. That probably wasn't how most people would have felt in that situation, Claire thought numbly to herself. Most people would have been crying, screaming, but as far as pain went, this wasn't too big of a deal.

She blinked her eyes back into focus when the doctor knelt down by her side. "Peter?" Claire asked, keeping her voice to a whisper. "Peter's here? Is he oka— I'm fine, really. It's not as bad as it looks."