Re: Post-Disaster
Savannah gasped when the weight was suddenly lifted off her body, so much in response to the shifting of her body as how much easier it was to suddenly breathe more easily.
CJ was above her. He was beautiful in the lights, like an angel, she reflected a little drunkenly. This was her angel, here to save her...
"CJ," she said, smiling at him. It was a beautiful smile, wide and sleepy, honestly pleased to see him above her. She looked restful and content, as though he had caught her sleeping on a big, fluffy cloud.
Her brain kept wandering, and the worst part was that she knew it was wandering. It just seemed so difficult to focus, to keep the stray thoughts from hijacking her brain again.
Savannah reached out to grasp his hand with her own trembling one. Pain shot down her side immediately, bringing her once again into the real world.
"I don't know," she confessed to him quietly, taking a deep breath. The air burned her lungs a little going in, but it was a good sort of burning. Her lungs were just telling her they were working again. "I mean, everything."
She would be covered in bruises tomorrow, certainly. "My head, I guess." The gash was easily two inches long. Blood was welling up, trailing away in little rivulets when CJ brushed her hair aside. She knew that she had been hit in the head. That's why it was so difficult to think. "And my foot."
Her left foot was swollen inside the boot. The heel was completely gone; it had caught on something and been ripped off, almost taking Savannah's foot with it. It was likely sprained, not broken.
It took her a moment to form another coherent thought. She lifted her eyes to his, worried. "Are you okay?"