She awoke shivering.

The room was freezing.

The only thing covering her pale skin was Loki's silky green sheets. Her blue cloth was folded neatly at the end of the bed.

It had a few blood stains.

A little tattered.

Okay. Maybe a lot tattered. But it was still the only thing she had to cover herself with.

She wrapped the blue cloth around herself and gingerly wrapped her arms around her midsection.

Why is it so cold...?

Her hands shook as she tried to keep warm.

Hell. Her whole body shook.

As she stood from the bed, her legs shook uncontrollably and she immediately collapsed. 

Her hair seemed to try to cover her neck and some of her shoulders. But the cold continued to seep into her. She coughed softly.

Why is it so damn cold??

She curled up on the floor, attempting to keep herself warm. 

Sarah...

She clenched her jaw, squeezing her eyes closed.

Sarah...!

Someone was trying call out to her.

Sarah!

She shook her head, her heart beating in her chest. No. She shook her head.

"Sarah!"

The voice was for clearer now. It was male. He was distressed.

"Sarah! Wake up!"

Two cold arms wrapped around her, picking her up. The person set her down on the bed and began to cover her with blankets.

Furry. Fuzzy.

warm.

Blankets.

But as soon as she began to warm up, she felt and icy pair of lips upon her cheek.

"You're going to be alright..." A reassuring voice whispered.

And she lost consciousness.