"Yeah," she bites back, not really meaning to snap but having a hard time concentrating on anything other than the pain. He fucking arm is probably fried. She's not sure she can move it. Do things like this stick around after you wake up? Can she even fix it? She tries to flex her hand and can't.

"Fucking shit," she mutters angrily, and lowers herself the rest of the way down, unconsciously entering a prayer pose, resting her forehead against the hardwood floor. The grains of it look huge this close. The pain is spreading up past her shoulder, a dull ache that resonates throughout her chest. Fuck, it's like being in school all over again.

"Hhrhghhhgh," she groans on a long single breath. "Are you gonna fucking be okay or what?"