"I can --" she stumbled over her words, an aftershock of pain trembling through her. Her voice was strained. "I don't know."
It was an answer to any question, all questions. Her head was swimming with images she couldn't recognize or piece together, but when she blinked, everything was normal and clear. Or something like that. It suddenly occurred to her that she was causing a scene, and too much attention was focused on her. Adam, though -- at least Adam was here. But she was mortified to have collapsed in front of her new neighbor and this stranger, who herself seemed very concerned.
"I'm fine," she said, gritting her teeth as she struggled to pull herself up to standing. "Drag herself up" might have been a more accurate way to characterize it. She felt untenably weak, and she hated it more than she could have expressed to anyone. At the end of it, she put her hand on Adam's arm and gave up for the moment, staying on her knees, gathering her strength for the next attempt.
"I -- just. It felt... sharp. Electrical."
She took another tremulous breath and squeezed Adam's arm weakly.