Gabby did lie back on the bed, just as she was told. Relaxing, on the other hand... well, that wasn't so simple. Sure, she was good at blocking pain, to an extent, but she was in quite a bit of discomfort at the moment, if she wanted to understate it, and that fact alone was enough to keep her tense. When he brought out a syringe, she didn't even flinch, though she did fight back the urge to protest. No, she told herself. Not this time. She needed the pain medication at the moment, at least, or else stitching the wounds back up was going to hurt like hell.
"Yeah, I was shot while shifted--I'm a shapeshifter, not a lycanthrope, but I'm not really sure if that's relevant. The rounds were only 22 caliber, but when I shifted back to human form they got stretched out and tore the tissue worse, I think. At least, that's what it felt like, and the wounds are... bigger than they should be." She'd seen enough bullet wounds to know what they looked like, and these elongated, misshapen wounds weren't exactly right.
She nodded, sighing as she looked up at the ceiling, at least when he wasn't looking at her. "Yeah, I was rushing. I'm used to being incredibly active, but I'm coming to the realization that I'm going to have to embrace laziness for awhile."
She couldn't help but let out an annoyed groan when he said she'd sprained her arm as well. "Great. Bullet wound in the shoulder, and a sprain in the arm itself," she said, laughing a little bitterly. "Well, at least I didn't break anything. And it's Gabby. Gabby Marshall."