“Olive! Are you okay?” Miles’s panicked voice broke into the eerie silence. I felt his hands rolling me onto my back. I stared at his face above me momentarily, dazed as my mind tried to comprehend what had just happened. In a flash, he had discarded his gloves and was feeling around my head and arms. “Olive. Talk to me.” “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “I think. Just disoriented.”
