Tracey was trying not to get anything on Heidi’s bed as she sat there. She hung her head and some dripped on the floor causing Tracey to moan pathetically and feel nauseous. The door opened and felt a flood of relief when Heidi came in.
“I gob hexed.” Her words were terribly nasal and almost impossible to understand she was so clogged up. The bats continued to circle and annoy her. “I can’t eben stop it…can’t…talk right,” she said, half sobbing and half gagging.