It was all a little hazy still. People were lifting her, moving her, talking to her. She had no idea what was going on. Only that it hurt. That everything hurt. From her head to her toes. She wasn't even sure why it hurt. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She had no idea where she was hurt at or how bad it was. It was just too much to focus on yet. Everything was a little blurry.
At least until she heard Peter's voice. Even in the sea of voices so unlike her own, she could pick his out of the crowd. In the haze of her injuries she could hear his voice loud and clear. And she opened her eyes, as best as she could with all the blood covering her face. "Peter?" She groaned as someone moved her. Was it Peter? Was he touching her? What the hell was going on? Maybe she was delusional from hitting her head.