She heard someone calling her name, felt the hand on her arm and wanted nothing more to ignore it. Wake up? No. She wasn't ready. Things were fine here in the dark but the same switch that had been flipped when Enola had been five seconds from reducing New York to a pile of ash was flipped again the moment Jamie touched her.
Shutdown was over and she was coming back online. Whether she liked it or not.
Enola came to with a sharp intake of breath and a jerk. Waking was at once a slow and abruptly violent process that made her feel the slightest bit ill. Blinking, she settled for staring at the white walls of the tub as she tried to put her thoughts in a semblance of order.