[There's a sharp intake of breath as things begin to right themselves again. Not as sharp as it would be for someone coming back to life, but enough to notice a difference. As the breath exhales, her eyes begin to open.
At first, she cringes at the bright lights of the room, but once they begin to adjust, the shadows standing over her bedside form into people and familiar faces, before they turn to the one who she expected the least to see.]
Hey, Jack.
[Then, realization sets in, before she looks over the other faces, concerned.]
How bad was it?
["Pretty bad," Jo quips. "You're going to have to play injured for a bit while I manage your labs."]
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At first, she cringes at the bright lights of the room, but once they begin to adjust, the shadows standing over her bedside form into people and familiar faces, before they turn to the one who she expected the least to see.]
Hey, Jack.
[Then, realization sets in, before she looks over the other faces, concerned.]
How bad was it?
["Pretty bad," Jo quips. "You're going to have to play injured for a bit while I manage your labs."]