Half a day later—
Amid complete silence, cut off entirely from the outside world, where no sound remained but the faint rhythm of breathing and the sluggish thudding of two hearts for countless hours, the darkness of the cavern seemed eternal. Yet finally, a fragile sound broke through the void:
"...cough..."
Robin, still lying across Jabba's chest, twitched. His eyelids fluttered slightly before his body jerked, and a faint cough escaped his throat.
Then, without warning, the weak cough erupted into violent spasms. "Cough… COUGH, cough, cough!!"
His entire body convulsed as his hand shot to his neck, clutching it tightly. His eyes flew wide open in panic, bloodshot veins spreading rapidly as his face shifted from pale to purple-blue. No matter how desperately he fought, no air entered his lungs.
"Haahhh!!!" His chest heaved, but it was useless. He was suffocating.
