At long last
Relief.
It embraced her.
Welcomed her.
A warm wave.
Taking her cares and worries away,
one drip
at a time.

She watched the drips mingle with the bath water.
Dissipate. Disappear.
Slowly replaced by the peaceful emptiness of the Void.

Halfway. She knew that she was halfway.
The edges of her vision blurred.
Her breathing slowed.
She was slipping from here to there.
From chaos to peace.

Then...
Crashing, screaming, tugging
Peace replaced by frenzy
Solitude by cacophony.

The tranquility that was so close
pushed away by liters of O positive.
How she hated this and THEM.

"We've got her back," She heard someone say.

"I don't want to BE back," she screamed inside her head.