Daphne could vaguely hear her name being called on the on the edge of her senses. She knew she was in pain, and she knew that she felt very cold, and there was a strange sensation of being turned over.
She coughed softly, her entire body flaring with pain at the action, and she had to force her eyes open. She couldn't see very well, and her vision was a hazy read as blood leaked into the corner of one eye.
There was a face looming above her, and she could feel arms holding her. "M-Miles?" she whispered. What the hell had happened. "Where am I?"
Her eyes widened a bit, remembering that she had wanted to put Nigel down for a nap, and she could hear him crying again. She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body at the sudden movement, and she slumped against him. "My son..." she said softly, practically whimpering. "Is he okay? Did I drop him?"