This place wants to reject her. Wants to throw her out, is all she can think as she struggles to take steps, fighting the darkness with every motion. She's not fast enough to catch up to him, even if he's slower. That door shuts, and by the time Fever manages to grasp it, it's locked tight. Knocking on the wood, knowing he has to hear.

(her head wants to split open, tight spirals of pain burrowing deeper and deeper, making her vision worse, and it doesn't matter, it doesn't, she's just got to push through. this is nothing, this is endurable, don't make her fucking laugh with such a cheap tactic-)

"Open the door, Phil. Please."

If she summons all her strength, she might be able to break the lock. One burst of magical force ought to do it. It'll be taxing, like in the Village, but she can. Only if he doesn't open it of his own accord. Everything he says, she wants to push back - there is life, life, and if she could tear herself open, find a way to fold him up and hide him in herself, carry him out that way, she would.

Try again. Try again. Keep going, even when it feels like every movement wants to be pushed away.

(He hasn't given up on her, even though no one, least of all her, would blame him. How could she give up on him now?)