“Lie still. You mustn't move. Lie still, please. We shall be there soon.”
Where “there” might be I had no idea and it was too much trouble to ask, so I drifted off again.
Next I was being lifted out of the car; men were lifting me—or trying to. And, being wider awake by this time, I protested.
“Here! What are you doing?” I asked. “I am all right. Let go of me. Let go, I tell you.”
Again the voice—it sounded less and less like Hephzy's—saying:
“Don't! Please don't! You mustn't move.”
But I kept on moving, although moving was a decidedly uncomfortable process.
“What are they doing to me?” I asked. “Where am I? Hephzy, where am I?”
“You are at the hospital. You have been hurt and we are taking you to the hospital. Lie still and they will carry you in.”
That woke me more thoroughly.