Her voice didn't reach his ears as his eyes were closing, drifting off into a sleep that his tired body was putting him through. However the dull pain he was feeling intensified as he felt the magic pouring into his chest, causing his eyes to open and a pained, surprised groan to leave him. Moving a hand away from his face, he clutched his chest as he found it harder to breathe with so much magic pouring into him from that spot. A heavy pressure being distrubted through his chest as his heart sped up, the would he had suffered becoming agitated as he felt something in his throat. A few panicy breathes left him before he started coughing, spitting out somewhat congealed blood onto the wood floor.
That was the only thing he could recall. Having slumped over and collapsed when Maria's magic gave out, his chest rose and fell unsteadly. Even as he came to later in the day, that pressure seemed to still be wrapped around his heart. Causing him to cough as he tried to take in even breathes. Pushing himself up on shaky arms, the taste of blood registering in his mouth as he stared down at the blood he had coughed up hours ago.
"Mari...a..." Sirius rasped out, his voice more hoarse and rough.
The sound of his own voice made him reach for his neck, as if thinking something was wrong with it. But nothing was truthfully. His hair was still white however. His body was fair too weak to change despite all the magic poured into him. He was prevented from changing though that hadn't reversed it like it had last time. His body was struggling with the state he should be in, struggling with the form it should be having. Looking over to where he last saw her, he would reach out a hand and placed it on her shoulder. Shaking her somewhat.
