Broken Boulder robitussin

A silvery shape came toward her, small and blurry. As if from far off. Jimmy. . . No, it got no bigger than that, and--the eye. The scars.

A boy in a tree, staring down at her. Smiling. Her stomach rumbling, but her heart a-flutter.

"Ali," Lily responded, her voice barely more than a burst of ragged breath. She tried to lift her head and managed only an inch or two before it fell back to the stone with a muffled thump. A shiver ran through her body, lifting the hairs along her spine. "Ali. . ."

There was nothing left to vomit. She gagged, but only drool came up. If she concentrated hard, she could taste blood on her tongue; whether it was from her sore throat, her aching belly, or her tongue that she'd bitten during the tremors. . .she didn't know. Lily curled into herself like a shrimp, a whimper gurgling in her gaping maw.