MY STOMACH HEAVED. A roll to the left sent me to the floor in an undignified heap. Carpet greeted my palms, and I blinked my eyes open to roiling and waving—a mad psychedelic pattern of greens below me. Just looking at it fuzzed my brain.
My body lurched as a retch forced past my throat. At the stench of the vomit, my stomach heaved and churned. Further retches followed, each one weakening my limbs until they barely held the strength to support me.
“Ah, good, she’s awake.”
Arms bent at the elbows, my hair hung in my pool of vomit. No matter the effort, my head wouldn’t lift to the owner of the voice.
Hands gripped my armpits, and I left the floor to swing in a wide arc. Springiness greeted my rear. A shock of pain coursed through me.
My hands lifted to the boom, boom, boom inside my h
