Just an earthquake. I come to slowly, the world swirling around me and a heavy grip on my shoulder. “I think something’s wrong with him,” a voice says over me. My body shakes. For a moment I think it’s another seizure. I got to ride that delightful rollercoaster twice the first week I was back at home after the coma. I’ve been up against some scary shit in my day, but nothing like losing control of your body, blacking out, and coming to with piss soaked jeans and Maya staring over me, her eyes the size of dinner plates. Then I realize the seizure is actually Bird Brain shaking me. “Stop, stop,” I groan, trying to collect my thoughts. They’ve wandered quite afield. “I’m alive.” Probably. Bird Brain gives me a look like he isn’t quite sure. If cells had voices, every single one in my body would be begging me to close my eyes and pull the covers over my head. But Maya. Pit of vipers. Batman doesn’t hit the snooze button. I sit up with effort. One hand goes up to smooth my hair, but the bristles remind me that I don’t have much left.
