Timmy's face, tear-stained, close to hers. She watched his eyes, his mouth - both moving. She took in the trembling of her hands and legs. She saw Rick rising groggily from the settee, leaning towards her, then his hands around her head.
Timmy's mouth moving again: "Mummy fall."
Rick's words, from a million miles away, but getting closer, becoming clearer: "something something faint? Did you faint? How'd you feel?"
She tried to speak but her mouth was too dry. Her eyes shot to the wall. Nothing there.
She gripped Timmy, pulled his head to her breast and sobbed uncontrollably.