There was a surge of pain and then... the pain suddenly seemed to subside. Not completely, it was still there. The heat seemed to fade as well, and the cold of the medical bay started to seep in. She could feel the blood on her skin, the smell was terrible.
But in an instant she seemed more coherent. Her eyes opened slightly. She was woozy but there, almost like she was drunk or floating. But something was wrong - correction, something further must have been wrong - Jack wasn't applying pressure. "What's is it?" She didn't know what he was staring at. She winced again, some more pain emanating from the wound that Jack was staring at. She couldn't see what was going on.
She pointed towards a set of drawers sitting against the wall. Blood meant a wound. They needed to close it up. Her breathing got harder as she made an effort to move her body. It was a BAD idea.