He groaned, swung his legs over the side, and sat up. And then gripped the edge of the bed as the floor and ceiling threatened to swap places.
Quincy was beside him in an instant, bracing his shoulders, keeping the earth on its axis.
“I don’t understand,” he mumbled against her. He reached up to quiet the demented carpenter hammering at the inside of his forehead, and felt cloth wrapped around his brow.
“Don’t,” she said, lowering his hand. “You’ll dislodge the bandage.” She murmured soothing nonsense as he waited for the laws of gravity to be reinstated. “You must have hit your head harder than we thought. Perhaps I should take Clarence alone and bring back a doctor.”
He risked opening one eye, saw that all the parts of the hut were where they should be, and opened the other eye as we
