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Chelsea looked up and saw Lisa being carried by another person. She had to smile, despite the incredible pain shooting up her neck. She was just so happy to see that her friend was okay, at least as far as that word could be used right now.
"Hey Lisa, welcome to the party," she said, lifting her hand to wave. She was distracted by the fact that her hand really didn't seem to be working, though, but rather just hanging off her heavy forearm limply. That's not right. She vaguely heard what the man who'd brought Lisa over was saying about risking paralysis, and fear started to rise in her. The doctors had warned her that due to the nature of her injuries, there was always the slight risk of reinjury, although they did say it would take a tremendous impact to do so. Like being thrown against a shitload of walls?
She looked down at her hands lying limply on her lap, for the first time seeing what a mess her legs were. Like they'd been much to look at before. Something rang a bell as she realized that the searing pain that she'd been fighting through wasn't going down nearly as far as it should be. She started to feel very sick as the realization came to her. "Um, I think I've got a problem..." she managed to get out before her stomach decided to empty itself in the most violent way possible.