Cami could hear whimpers. Soft, terrified whimpers. Part of her knew that it was her daughter and that she was in trouble. Cami couldn't make her brain work though. She couldn't move, couldn't open her eyes. She was clawing her way through the fog in her mind but she wasn't getting anywhere.
Another voice penetrated the fog: Jason's. Cami clung to his voice and gasped, the movement causing pain in her side. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't. "Jason," she mumbled, not entirely sure if she had spoken out loud or in her head. "Alli," she croaked. She tried to reach toward the whimpers her daughter was making and that movement caused a white hot flash of pain in her arm.