"Anna, Anna!" Christine slapped her cheeks with a sense of urgency as Anna laid sprawled on the grass, unconscious. Dark clouds gathered in the evening sky, and it looked like it was about to rain.
"Anna, can you hear me? Oh my God!" Christine thrust her hands into her hair, her eyes widened in panic as a small crowd gathered and were attracting attention very fast. Anna could hear the piercing sounds of sirens in the distance, she stirred, her tongue moved inside her mouth, feeling an odd, dry taste. She felt thirsty.
"Yes Anna, open your eyes. How many fingers do you see?" She held up three fingers in the air.
Anna gave her the look, her eyes darted around and saw feet in different sizes and shapes, their heads loomed in a distance above her. The sirens drew near, and along came the headache she dreaded.
Before she could ask Christine why she was on the ground, the paramedics drilled a hole through the crowd and came to her side.
