[right][color=silver]Veronica Silverstone[/color]
[color=silver]Location:[/color] On the beach.
[color=silver]Interactiobs:[/color] [@JazzyJuniper]
[color=silver]Health:[/color] Head injury, disoriented.[/right]

The unconscious woman, Veronica (though her name was yet unknown to her savior), her head turned the side, began to violently cough up seat water. Spasming for a moment, she finally went still. A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open and she coughed raggedly. Veronica, finally coming to consciousness, could not think. Her head was heavy and full of water, her lungs ached, her entire body was cut and slightly bleeding, and there was a darkness at the back of her skull. 

She groaned in agony, putting a hand to the wound at the back of her head, it came away sticky and wet with blood. Tears came to her eyes, as she continued sobbing and coughing. She rapidly sat up, her head swooned and the darkness overwhelmed. Veronica sighed and fell back down on the sand, passed out. Then, just a second or two later, she opened her eyes wide again, panic and confusion spilling from them. Vision swimming, breathe thin, body aching, she lay staring up at the sky, her muscles tense.

Only then, did she notice the woman laying next to her. Her chest was aching, as if someone had struck it. Veronica was not herself- she was more a panicking organism than a thinking human. 

[color=silver]"Wha-..."[/color] She quietly croaked, turning her head to look at the woman next to her. 

The panic in her eyes faded, instead they glazed over. The darkness pulsed once, her vision purpled briefly, her head swam, and a strange look of concern swept over her face.

[color=silver]"Are you okay?"[/color] She asked clearly and genuinely. [color=silver]"You look injured."[/color]