Toby woke slowly. His eyes fluttered open before staring upwards to unusual surroundings. He had been unconscious for hours and was now laid up in ICU. He had a concussion and a few cracked ribs, but he was alive, which was more than could be said for poor Bill Brown. Toby could still see the flash and Bill’s body ripped apart every time he closed his eyes. He just lay there for a moment, gathering his thoughts and courage to move. He knew it would hurt; he just wasn’t sure what was going to be more painful.
‘You’re alive then, that’s a start,’ said a familiar voice. Toby turned his head slowly to the left and saw Sarah Owen sat in one of the visitor’s chairs. He smiled, and she shot him one back.
‘How long have I been out?’ Toby asked as he struggled to sit up. Sarah rushed over to help
