The effects have almost worn off now. Genevieve could feel her limbs returning to their normal functions. She slowly flexes her hands, tries to extend them and to abduct, and albeit slowly, she's progressing by the second.
Then, when that was accomplished, Genevieve moved her feet, still lying down on the mattress, and it was a little difficult at first. She hadn't felt like this ever before, or she just doesn't remember. No one remembers the baby steps of a child.
She pushes her hand down on the bed, trying to get support, and the momentum to which she could rise up from the bed. She feels sore in parts of her body, presuming that she has been lying there unconscious for sometime now.
Her legs are a little shaky when she stands up on the floor, atop what looks like an antique rug. She
