Chapter 54
Smitty was dreaming. Or he thought he must be dreaming, otherwise why was this solid block of numb pain rattling around in his mind? It moved erratically, nudging the corners, spilling black shards of agony, blunting all efforts at coherent thought.
After a while it settled down to a constant tap tap tap against his temple. Smitty tried to open his eyes and screw them shut at the same time. Light came filtering in along with a sense of movement and pressure of blood in his head.
A male voice: “I think he’s waking up.”
A female voice, oddly toned, as if her tongue was not used to speech: “About time.” The motion stopped and he was lowered to the ground. He lay there in a heap and hoped everything would go away.
The male voice again. “Tavia, you’re turning black!”
This made
