Wendy woke up screaming.
Not really, but she certainly felt like screaming. Pale sunlight leaked through a tiny barred window onto a pile of straw that she was lying on. She squinted as consciousness returned to her, disoriented and confused.
And then her head rang with agony.
She cried out, hand flying to her temple, as a wave of insistent pain hovered inside her head. Wendy tried to stand, free hand groping blindly for a wall. Luckily she found one, bracing against it to get up. A high-pitched perpetual whimper—more of a breath, really—tremored on her voice. The pain stayed, threatening to bring tears to her eyes.
Taking a step was a mistake. A jolt ran up her spine into Wendy’s head, spiking the pain hard enough to make it unbearable. She shrieked again, stumbling; but that only sent more jolts up. Wendy eventually toppled to the floor, grasping her head and screaming. The pain faded with her laying still, but her tears didn’t.
“Uh… miss?” A guard asked from the other side of the prison cell. “Miss, are you…” He cleared his throat. “Can I call someone to account for you?”
“Ni—Nicolae Kimby,” was the first name she could think of.
“I don’t think now’s the best time to be making kids—”
“Just get him!”
“Alright!” The guard held out his hands and went off to find Nicolae.