"Tanya!" I heard a voice call. I tried to open my eyes, but the darkness stayed. Everything I heard seemed to travel through molasses. The whole world had a certain dreamlike quality to it.
"Shoot, we're going to have to file an injury form," Brittany said, sounding upset. I imagined that the concern was for me, instead of for the time she would have to waste filling out the form.
"And we lost our flyer!" Mel interjected, but she was shushed .
"Um.." Brittany ad-libbed. "Ginger, I guess, go take Tanya's place, we'll just move a front spot to base you."
"TANYA!" a voice shouted, and I heard footsteps pounding against the mat. I really hoped that they would stop soon. It was giving me a migraine.
"What the hell happened?" a familiar, deep voice asked. It was kind of melodic, actually
