[hands you a lightly damaged scrunkly]

[ Chances are good that it's probably her own fault she got hurt, let's be honest with herself. Or at least, that's the idea that goes through her head as she begins to stir. Secondary, of course, to her growing alarm over and awareness of the pain radiating up from her shoulder and down to the tips of her fingers. Her leg, too. Something isn't quite right there, either. ]

What...

[ She tries to crack her eyes open to see where she is and immediately regrets it when the light starts making her head ring. She screws up her face and lifts her hand – the one that feels safe to move – so she can drape it over her eyes. ]

It's too bright...