Everything felt all wrong. The voices, the lights…it all seemed to be happening far, far away…concealed behind a veil of fog. Everything was hazy, disconnected. Focusing on things one at a time was the only way to make sense of anything.
The first thing Ib noticed was an aching in her head, accompanied by the thunderous roar of her blood pounding in her ears. All other sound was muffled considerably, but she could faintly make out the voices of two men talking nearby.
"How's the girl?" One asked. "Disoriented. She's suffering from a minor concussion as well as a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing too serious." Two shook his head. "It's a miracle she made out as well as she did. The damage could have been much worse…" "And the boy?"
Boy? Ib thought groggily. What boy? All at once the images came flooding back to her. The pelting rain, the crowded street, the car that seemed to come out of nowhere, and…
Startled, Ib struggled to lift her head, but a wave of dizziness forced her back down. Sensing movement, Two rushed to her side. "Woah, easy! Just take it nice and slow." Scanning her surroundings anxiously, Ib felt chills of terror run down her spine. Garry, she thought desperately. Where's Garry?