“Go get Alyson. I think he"s stirring.”
The voice came from far away and through mud thick as clay.
Somewhere the black turned to gray but even that was too bright. He squinted and tried to cover his eyes.
“No, no, don"t move, just relax. You"re on the mend but it"ll take time.”
Clearer now, the voice, and closer too. As though he recognized it, almost familiar, like something heard in a dream.
He tried to speak. He heard a moan.
“No, don"t speak either. Just rest and breathe deeply.”
The voice was one he"d heard twice before but still he couldn"t put a name or face to it. He felt so exhausted, as though the efforts to think had worn him out.
“Josh?”
He knew it was some time later, but not how long. Time like light seemed amplified, as though he"d become unaccustomed to either. Ho
