Emma's eyes slowly fluttered open. She sat up on the table and held her head in her hand for a moment. It was covered in a bandage. Now she had a gash on her forehead to match the ones on her neck. Her head was pounding, literallt throbbing under her palm. She turned to Tony and looked at him, barely able to keep her eyes open in the light.
"God I need a drink." she said, swinging her legs over the table. "And a cigarette." She shivered a bit, since she was still only dressed her her underwear and rubbed her arms with her hands. She didn't want to ask how to procedure went. She waited for Tony to tell her. She did wonder, however, if the incision would scar. She wasn't particularly vain about something that could be covered with her hair if she wanted to hide it, she just wanted to know.