Third Person POV
Asher wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead. He’d lost all feeling in his body, his muscles no longer listening to his commands.
A tingling had started up in his paws, which soon became scarily stiff. There was a weight across his whole chest, making breathing increasingly difficult.
In and out of a haze for hours, Asher wasn’t sure what was real anymore. Had he already died and this was just his purgatory?
At some point, he felt a liquid at his lips, but his eyes couldn’t focus enough to see anything past that. He could hardly lift his eyelids with how scratchy they were.
Then he felt warm hands on him, and he knew it was Sienna. There was no doubting her touch, not ever.
He fades out again before he can think much else, returning to consc
