Everything...is sore.
And wet.
And painful.
Lucas is there, blocking out my vision, panic in his eyes.
I can't keep my eyes open longer than that.
The sound of my breathing is harsh in my ears. It sounds awful. It is awful. It sounds wet and rasped and sharp and all sorts of things I wish I wasn't hearing right now.
"...get to a doctor. Right. Just hold on okay?"
My hand grips his.
I think.
I can't really tell if he responds, but I guess it's more reassuring than me just hanging limp, right?
He lifts me and carries me back to our horses.
I don't remember the trip.
I come to again later.
Lucas is snotty and crying, hands clasping my arm, crying out my name urgently.
Is that why I woke up? His annoying voice...
A woman is talking.
I don't recognize the room I'm in.
"Diane? Diane...! Can you hear me? Wake up! Please Diane wake up!!"
