J. K. Rowling - Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did...

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone.. Or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.