Re: ...continued from up top
Molly bit her lip, hard. "Head hurts ten. Arm hurts ten. Leg hurts four. That's twenty four, right? Everything else is kinda in a fadey place after that. Broken fingers only hurt when I try to move them, so I stopped doing that." Molly did her best to stay still. Doctor's orders. She always did what the doctors told her so she'd be the best she could be. "Brains were pre-scrambled. Not signaling confusion so much."
Thinking, focusing was good. It kept her from the panicking. Then she'd just shake and cry. It wasn't pretty. "Is Chelsey going to be okey-dokey? She caught me when the floor was a wall and we all went tumbling after. I must have been jack, but my crown was pre-broken. I'm wet. The pail spilled."
As she was wet. She was also getting cold. It was seeping in just enough to be felt along with the hurting.
"I don't want to vacation anymore. Can I go home now?"