Livvy wasn't really aware of her surroundings. She tried to focus on them as part of an exercise in remaining conscious. There were voices other than Algy's, but she couldn't understand what was being said. The only person she could hear properly was Algy, the man with the lovely voice, as he carried her, presumably, to someone with medical training. They certainly were not at a hospital. Many more people would be attending if that were the case and she was pretty sure there would be lots of overlapping voices and too much bright light.
It was cool and dark. Everything smelled charred. She knew some of that was her and could only hope it wasn't too bad. Livvy had endured medical trauma before. The best she could do was let the experts do their job and hope that God was smiling down on her today.
“Luck,” she echoed in a whisper, managing to wonder in which war he might have been involved. Iran? Afghanistan? There was a brief hint of leather as she continued to rest her head against Algy's shoulder. His jacket, of course. It was quickly overwhelmed by the scent of burning flesh. She gagged and nearly threw up.
Think of something else, think of something else...
“Luck be a lady to-night...” Her voice sounded like kindling being crushed underfoot as she tried to sing a line from that... song in that... film about... gambling and the Sal-vation... Army...
The pain was indescribable, though she tried to find words for it as she continued to fight for consciousness.
Burning, blistering, bubbling...
Her eyes closed and she drifted off again.
It was cool and dark. Everything smelled charred. She knew some of that was her and could only hope it wasn't too bad. Livvy had endured medical trauma before. The best she could do was let the experts do their job and hope that God was smiling down on her today.
“Luck,” she echoed in a whisper, managing to wonder in which war he might have been involved. Iran? Afghanistan? There was a brief hint of leather as she continued to rest her head against Algy's shoulder. His jacket, of course. It was quickly overwhelmed by the scent of burning flesh. She gagged and nearly threw up.
Think of something else, think of something else...
“Luck be a lady to-night...” Her voice sounded like kindling being crushed underfoot as she tried to sing a line from that... song in that... film about... gambling and the Sal-vation... Army...
The pain was indescribable, though she tried to find words for it as she continued to fight for consciousness.
Burning, blistering, bubbling...
Her eyes closed and she drifted off again.