"Wake up," A voice said softly above me. "Please, please, please, Trixa! Wake up!"
"Don't rush her," Another voice snapped sharply. "She still needs more time to heal."
"Trixa?" A third voice asked cautiously, gently. "If you can hear us, can you please twitch your fingers, or toes?"
I couldn't tell if this was a dream or not. My body felt heavy, sick, and limp, and I would have thought I was dead had it not been for the pounding in my head. It took me a moment to realize that it was the beating of my heart.
I couldn't remember where I was. I couldn't smell, or see, or move at all. Fear started to grip at me, but the gentle murmur of the voices overhead seemed comforting and somehow familiar to me.
Whether it was a dream or not, I decided to answer to the mysterious voices. Flicking m
