"I was pushed," she said, voice getting a little stronger. "By a man."
As she got her bearings, she realized that the man who pushed her could be nearby. "It was too dark to see his face...he pushed me all the way down the stairs."
Slowly but surely, she forced herself to move her limbs. It hurt to move, but she was able to move her arms and legs. Most importantly, she could move her fingers. Those were the easiest to move, and she was grateful at least that she hadn't fractured any of them. Broken fingers were death to a musician.
Rubbing her head where she'd hit it, she added, "My head hurts - everything does, really, and I can't remember much else other than being pushed...but I can move. It just hurts. I think I'd like to go to my room to lie down. I'm afraid that stone doesn't make for a very comfortable pillow."