Trish was somewhat aware someone else was there, but she couldn’t seem to direct any attention to whoever it was. It was like her body and mind weren’t attached, her mind was telling her to stop, to listen to whoever was talking to her but her body wasn’t having any part of it and Trish wasn’t sure which one she sided with.
It took several minutes but she finally managed to calm down enough to look up at who was talking to her, her breathing was still ragged, and if it wasn’t for the fact her stomach was empty she probably would have started to throw up again.
Her vision was a bit fuzzy at first, since she was so dizzy from the panic attack but when she could focus, her very first thought was that if Chloe saw the guy in front of her, she’d be hitting on him. That thought brought on a whole new wave of panic, Chloe was dead. Just like Cal, and her father, and Richard, and Katherine, and Maggie, and Nikki and oh God – who knows who else. Shea! What about Shea? Trish hadn’t seen her sister, or her niece Madison. What if they were dead too?
Trish’s breathing got worse again for a few moments, but this time she managed to speak.
“Wh….where,” she fought off the urge to throw up again, and tried to focus all her efforts on talking. “Where am I?”
She was dead, so that meant this had to be either heaven or hell, right? Or limbo? Or…something.