Em blinked. Then blinked again, more forcefully this time, determined to shove away her half-formed dreams and remain conscious. It was easier to breathe now that she was no longer winded, but pain still echoed in waves throughout her body. Tiny creatures with wings made of light danced across her vision. She allowed her gaze to follow them as she gathered the strength to sit up.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” It was Dash’s voice again, reaching out of her dreams and into the real world. “Yeah, cool, see you tomorrow.”
Strange. What kind of place was this that it could make dream voices sound like reality? Em pushed herself to her feet, almost groaning out loud at the aches and bruises. A sharp throbbing pain drew her attention to her jaw. She raised her hand and gingerly pressed the ski
