Waking Up
Teri is very confused, and annoyed
Transmigrated Teri is a WIP that is part of a “post 200 words a day during July” challenge issued by
. Episodes posted daily will be of various lengths and sometimes will stop in the middle of the scene. You have been warned!The set up:
Teri Travers, a nearly-50 bitter “office lady” who has not led a happy life gets in a massive car accident after being sent home on the first day of COVID lockdown in 2020. She (and her dog) wake up in a strange new world that is also strangely familiar…that’s right, she’s been transmigrated into the world of her favorite 1990s fantasy novel series, the massively popular, critically disdained, and incredibly tropetastic Allisar Fireborn Chronicles by the infamous Chadwick Jarvaldson, aka “Fuckin’ Chad” to all his very annoyed fans who are still waiting for the final book to be published.
Previously: Theo broke out of his car harness and jumped in Teri’s lap, causing her to veer out of her lane. The last thing she saw was a large delivery trucked headed straight for them…
“Gervyn! Gervyn!”
Teri felt herself waking up, which was a very weird sensation. It was if her brain was in the backseat, watching her drive her own body. Not that she was doing much other than laying there and fighting a migraine. Everything was sluggish and light hurt her eyes, so she kept them closed.
“Gervyn! Stop! She’s resting! You can’t—”
“I just need to see if she’s okay!”
“Doctor Dourwin told you that she is recovering! Come on!”
“You both need to shut up, I have a headache,” Teri grumbled. She wanted to rub her temple but her body was strangely reluctant to comply, and she was determined not to panic about it. Instead, she concentrated on moving her arm to shoo at the kids who were fussing next to her…bed? Was she in bed? Was she in a hospital? She thought that was weird, and her memory unspooled all at once. She jack knifed up in bed and her body clinched in agony.
“Argh!” She fell back down. In her mind’s eye, she saw the delivery truck headed straight on at them, Theo scratching at the car window, and the horns blaring. Did Theo sit on the car horn?
“Theo!” She gasped again, and again her body spasmed in agony.
“What are you two reprobates doing here, bothering milady? She is grievously injured! Out!” An older male voice sternly commanded, followed by feet shuffling across the room and a door slamming shut.
“Milady, you should not have moved so much. You are still healing.” The man made a tutting noise. She still kept her eyes closed, but she could tell he was standing next to the bed. “I am relieved that you have finally awoken.”