Brightling (2014)
“It felt as if a hammer was pounding her temples and smashing against her skull. She raised her hand to her throbbing head. Bandages. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the light. ‘She’s awake,’ a woman said softly. ‘Look! Hello dearie, how are you feeling, my lovely?’ Sparrow closed her eyes again. It seemed the safest and easiest thing to do and, really, she couldn’t speak; she couldn’t even think with this hammering going on. Someone, presumably the same woman, held a glass of cool wate...r to her lips. She sipped it then lay back on the pillow. The bed was so soft – the sheets had to be absolutely white as snow, she thought, to be as soft and smooth as this. She turned her head slightly and smelled roses and honeysuckle, and felt very safe. ‘Can you hear us?’ A man’s voice this time. ‘I don’t think she’s properly awake yet, Bruno,’ the woman said. ‘She’s all dopey. Does your head hurt a great deal, you poor, dear thing?’ Sparrow heard them quite clearly but she didn’t have the strength to answer so she kept her eyes closed.MoreLess
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