Someone was gently, very gently, shifting her clothing ever-so-slightly. The weight of her winter coat was absent, as far as she could tell, so it must have already been removed. Maybe it was in the car... She couldn't remember. There was a soft, rhythmic shushing sound, which stopped after a moment with a faint click. Then it started again, only further away, it seemed. She had difficulty identifying it, not initially recognizing the sound of scissors cutting fabric, but she still tried, hoping her focus on her surroundings would keep her mind off other things.
It wasn't working very well.
Livvy wondered if she should open her eyes or say something. Did she want to see what was happening? Where were they, anyway? Was there anything she should tell them? She was trembling - shock? - and knew she had burns, first and maybe some second degree. Probably some second degree, if she was honest with herself. If she was remembering correctly, someone lobbed a ball of fire at her, hitting one side of her face and igniting her clothing.
stop, drop, roll, stop, drop, roll...
It was a good thing she didn't wear polyester or any of those other plastic-type fabrics. Natural fibers all the way...
It wasn't working very well.
Livvy wondered if she should open her eyes or say something. Did she want to see what was happening? Where were they, anyway? Was there anything she should tell them? She was trembling - shock? - and knew she had burns, first and maybe some second degree. Probably some second degree, if she was honest with herself. If she was remembering correctly, someone lobbed a ball of fire at her, hitting one side of her face and igniting her clothing.
stop, drop, roll, stop, drop, roll...
It was a good thing she didn't wear polyester or any of those other plastic-type fabrics. Natural fibers all the way...