Jeannie felt as though she were waking up from a very, very long sleep. Her limbs hurt, ached down to the bone. No, wait, there was more to it than that. Turning her head, she saw that there was a wound in her shoulder. Her eyes widened when she realized there was another in her hip.
She had been shot? Who had shot her? Why? And more importantly, how? How had the bullets struck her, why had she not stopped them? With a small frown, she blinked and gave a tiny nod of her head. The bullets, and the holes they had created in her body, disappeared as if they had never been.
But the aches remained. As did a headache. Genies did not get headaches without good cause. It took something fairly spectacular to create a headache that could not simply be wished away. What in Haji’s blue flame had happened?
Jeannie slowly became aware of her surroundings, and that she was not alone. The man was, well, unique was the most polite word the djinn could come up with on the spur of the moment. But the girl…
“You!” Jeannie moved forward, slowly because she was stiff as well as achy. “Oh, I am so glad you are well. You did not get the zombie cold then? I was worried, those people did not look well at all. And I think one of them bit me and then…” She paused, frowning. “And then I do not remember what happened. But I am very glad to see you… though I do not even know your name.”
Nor had she given her own. Which must be corrected immediately. “I am Jeannie.”