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Fragments. Bits and pieces of light and sound. Every sense acutely aware but unable to send identifiable signals to the brain. Loud grinding, sharp mind altering pain, noxious smells and tastes, flashing images. Jesus Martinez in full fire gear, reassuring her with words but with unconvincing expressions and movements. A twisted wreck of black and white wrapped up and around the trunk of an old oak tree. People and shadows flitting in front of a huge orange and black sky. Please let it be a dream. Finally deep, dark, thoughtless sleep.
Bev moved in and out of consciousness. Nothing was concrete, she would open her eyes but could not comprehend what she saw, familiar words and voices occasionally broke through but only for a moment. Even the bed she rested on seemed to float up and awa
