She barely registered the movement, her rigid body shaking and convulsing beyond her knowledge. The powerful flower was playing with her mind, playing memories before her hallucinating eyes, twisting reality far beyond anything she would remember later.
Hard fingers prised her unresponsive lips open. Delirious as she was, she tried to snap at the forceful hands, but her numb jaws barely parted. Coldness, wetness, splashed on her face, trickling down her gullet. The scent, the taste of salt was everywhere, pervading her every senses. She was in the ocean, below the waves that pounded on her head and gave her such a dreadful ache in her stomach... Why did everything hurt? Dizziness washed over her, more water being forced into her limp jaws, swilling down her esophagus. And again, and again. She would drown soon in this saltwater, if she couldn't raise her head above the waves to breathe. Her hands flopped on their wrists, trying to push away the rusted cup. They were too heavy to lift, though, try as she might. And finally, the wretched salt everywhere, everywhere, had the desired effect... she had to reject it, get out of it, get away!
Her stomach lurched, and she automatically turned to the side, dry-heaving. The deep burning agony in her belly lanced one last time before she retched, rejecting the contents of her stomach onto the damp sand. She could barely feel the acid searing her sore throat, but her stomach heaved again and again, until her hazy conscience thought her very organs would spill out next. Sensations were beginning to return to her extremities, but painfully slowly, the pins-and-needles prickling in her splayed fingers and toes. Her pulse was still dangerously rapid, but it too was gradually calming. Vigilante's quick actions had pushed her out of the danger zone.
Weakened and exhausted, the prone werewolf struggled to open her eyes, vision bleary and unfocused, eyelashes crusted from discharge. She could barely make out the presence of someone there, dark and unrecognized. Guilt curled in her chest, flooding over any feelings of relief or despair she felt. She had almost died in front of this stranger, and as such, he had done everything he could to save her. If he knew she had eaten the deadly flower on purpose, why had he tried so hard...? A strange mixture of appreciation and resentment stirred behind her dilated blue eyes, her overclocked mind trying to piece together a semblance of coherent thought. Still panting shallowly, Coli tasted the salt on her cracked lips and croaked, "...Why?"