Without thinking, I checked my Medico rules engine. The dead-black glyphs were now pure white. I wasn’t dead any more. Somehow my body had returned. Medico reported that since then I’d had chills to the edge of having convulsions. I’d pushed way too deep into my gifts, which I surely already knew. I hadn’t torn any muscles or shredded any ligaments, but I’d come fairly close. That was the bad part of bodybuilding. If I had muscle spasms, I could seriously wreck myself up. The matching good part from all that weight lifting was that I had all those muscles, so I hadn’t dropped into hypothermia and died after reaching here.
I expect that we will accelerate our posting pace, but not quite yet.
I really ought to stop doing this to myself, I thought. You’re twelve, I told myself, an age where your persona adventures should involve rescuing kittens from low trees, no matter that you know perfectly well that the kittens will get down by themselves and learn from the experience. Your adventures have been a bit more demanding.
A distance out from the house were thick woods. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. The trees gradually came into focus. Now I recognized where I was. This was the base that Comet and friends built–OK, I helped a bit. Coming here made perfect sense. No one on Pickering’s world knew where we were. Ignoring the pain, I rolled on my side and sat up, pulling my knees into my chest. The world tipped left and right…no, the effort left me dizzy.
Where was I? I was cold as all get-out. At least my padded coat hadn’t gotten soaked. I forced myself to open my eyes. It was dark, the dark of a darkling twilight under slate-grey clouds. Below me was rough-finished lumber. No, I was lying on the plastic composite Pickering’s world uses for decks and porches
Of Breaking Waves Volume 4 of The Girl Who Saved the World.
Chapter 1 Eclipse
Very gradually I swam back to consciousness. I was lying on my stomach, my head resting on one arm. The background noise was heavy rain, beating on roofs, pouring off eaves, rushing through downspouts, overtopping gutters, splishing and splashing across the ground. I tried to roll over. Muscles screamed in protest. Where was I? Close enough to a house wall that I was dry, no matter the heavy rain I could hear all around me.