WHO: Corey and Colt WHEN: July 20th. Afternoon. WHERE: Infirmary. Corey's room maybe? WHAT: Corey finally wakes up.
The first thing Corey became aware of was how thirsty she was. It felt like an odd thing to realize, though she couldn't exactly say why it was odd. When her eyes opened, well one opened the other kind of fluttered and cracked with a sting, she blinked and almost immediately closed them again. The lights were so bright. It made her head swim, and she had a few panicked moments of thinking this was one of those movie scenes where the heroine dies and is confronted with The Light. Corey definitely didn't want to go into the light. She had a lot more things she wanted to do, a lot more time with Colt. It wasn't fair.
Managing to get her emotions under control, she tried again, this time only cringing a little. The sounds of beeping, steady yet annoying, alerted her to the fact that this was not a 'light at the end of the tunnel' crossover situation. Relief flared in her, though it was almost immediately replaced with confusion. What was going on if she wasn't dead? Was she still in the warehouse? A yelp escaped her at the thought, and she thrashed a bit as if testing out how far she could push the pain that came with having metal rods shoved through your wrists. When her arms shifted without moving against metal, the confusion grew, though the pain was starting to creep in. Mostly in her head, centering around her eye that wouldn't open all the way. It felt like the bone in her cheek had been smashed, which was exactly what had happened (not that she could remember). A burning sensation in her stomach was next, though it felt dulled. Corey could tell it would get worse the longer she was awake, though.
Whimpering a little, she let out a shaky breath, not knowing how often such a simple task had not been possible for her when she was in the warehouse. Her throat was dry, though she tried to make a sound. Not for any specific purpose, just because it would make her feel normal. She hissed as her chest ached, making her still for a moment as her head managed to move so she could take in the rest of the room. It was dark save for the light above her, and her head was starting to throb so she couldn't make sense of things right away. Everything seemed fuzzy, as if in a fog, though she thought she made out a shape not far from her bed. Tears gathered in her eyes as her confusion grew, and she wanted desperately for someone she loved to just hold her hand and tell her what the hell was going on. She wanted...
"Colt," she managed, her voice hoarse and rough, as if someone had taken sandpaper to her throat. It was also not very loud, and Corey was pretty sure if Colt were actually here he would be beside her.