“Phoebe? Come on, girl, snap out of it.”
The voice was Dewey’s, but he seemed to be a long way away. Between her and him was this throbbing pain that seemed greatest, but not limited to her head. There was also a sense of motion, as if they were bouncing forward. A metallic creak and downward lurch vibrated through all her pain zones and narrowed the gap between them. “Don’t make me take you to the hospital, girl.”
A jerked stop, another creak, then she felt her hand taken and patted. Something cold and wet on her face. She crawled up out of the fog and opened her eyes. Dewey loomed over her, two worry lines cutting deep furrows between his eyebrows.
“What happened?”
“I bounced you off the rope.”
“Oh.” Memory returned in painful chunks. She touched her head. “I hit a branch or somethi
