Oh my God, they're both dead! A deep voice.
Panicked. Familiar. Floating through my head, and then fading away again.
No, they aren't. I can still see their bond. Lighter. Also panicked. Also familiar.
Shouts, and thumps, and curses. More voices, the same two and two others. Arguing about magic, on and on. Something about a door.
The barrier. There'd been a barrier.
Movement. The voices sounding closer, relieved, but still frantic. Pain and lightness, because I couldn't feel my head. Had I lost it? I'd lost my spleen.
As if someone had read my mind: You know, the irony is, his spleen would be really fucking useful right about now. It's part of the circulatory—
Please shut the fuck up. That was the lighter voice again.
Everything went away again.
I jolted in and out of consciousness, hating it more each time. This felt like…I'd escaped. Hadn't I? And it'd been like this. Moments of sensation and pain, interspersed with nothingness.
Calder had taken me somewhere. Calder!
