A heavy bang to the back of my head woke me up as I resurrect from the dead, dramatic gasps and all.
My head is pounding like I've got either a really bad hangover or a concussion, and a heavy arm still full of pins and needles palpates the newly forming, tender knot on the back of my head. I wince loudly, grabbing everyone's attention in the cart if I hadn't gotten it already.
"Your-" Emma's body jumps forward as she supports me into a proper sitting position. Low hanging mist kisses my skin as I luxuriate in the pain from my head and tongue. Due to the improper position I've been stuck in during this bumpry ride, twinges run through by body like I've gotten a good workout in the other day.
"Water..." I wheeze out, my mouth feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton balls.
Emma makes haste, passing the canteen to me which blessedly, perhaps because it is early morning, feels cool as it rushes down my throat.
