A "Tainted" Bolt

It didn't feel right. She should have been able to open her eyes.
She could hear murmurs; voices, but no words were comprehensible to her. Her head throbbed. No, everything throbbed. Perhaps that woman, Odellyne, had been right. Perhaps the bolt was poisoned after all.

A cool hand, perhaps Retarrah's or Anastasiar's, was placed on her forehead, despite the sweat which now seemed to make an entirely separate layer on her skin. She was burning cold and freezing hot. Somehow, it stemmed from her side. She could feel the freezing, searing pain coming from there, but couldn't think of why. Nor could she cry out.

Her mind was locked. She couldn't speak. At least, she didn't think she could. But she could only feel her thoughts in the very back of her mind as a fog seemed to make its home on her.
She'd begun to heave and was turned on her side so as to keep her from choking on her own vomit. Even that did not wake her, though the pain was great.

She wanted to wake up. Her eyes would not open. Her arms would not move. She was unable to know to be concerned, which somehow made that piece in the back of her mind all the more concerned. It begged to be unlocked. To once again dominate her mind.

But no. The fog...the smoke..was all that dominated her mind at the moment. Making way for horrors of dreams, from which she wasn't sure she would ever wake.