AWARENESS RETURNED TO Case the same way she approached someone on the streets. Slowly, warily, and ready to run. And the more her awareness returned, the more she wished it would run away and leave her unconscious again, blind to her situation.
wouldBecause her situation wasn’t good. Her head was several sizes too large. Worse, something was going “woosh woosh woosh” over and over, far too close and far too loud. She took a while to recognize the sound as her own blood pounding in her aching skull. No other sounds came to her, but her nostrils burned with the acrid smell of dust and mold. Where was she?
She wondered if opening her eyes was a good idea. She opened them. Bad idea. Blinding light. Sharp pain behind her now stinging eyes. She closed them again.
What had happened? She coaxed
