"Oh, I think she's coming around."
The familiar voice seeped through cotton candy clouds flecked with chocolate sprinkles. From somewhere, a stomach growled. Pretty sure it was mine, but everything was still a little fuzzy.
"Well, maybe..."
That was Boxy. I thought I felt his hand in mine, but my arms felt detached from the rest of me. So did my legs. And my head. Wow, that was some image to gain consciousness to.
"Here," I muttered as though I were answering roll call.
"How do you feel?"
"Well..." I croaked. "I can't see anything."
He sighed. "Your eyes are closed, Vic."
"Oh, I knew that." I cracked open one, and bright white hospital light poured in and blinded me. "Oh. I think I'll keep them closed. I feel too floaty."
He patted my hand with his other one. "That must b
