"No, I'm not!" she explodes, more or less. "Fuck you, I got us out of there, didn't I? I'm not going anywhere, I don't even know if I can get up again. This thing is tied into my brain, do you understand? That stunt I just pulled could have caused brain damage, still could." She's struggling to get a rational fix on the situation. They're dreaming, that's been established as far as she's concerned, and there's every reason to assume she'll be fine again when she wakes up, but what if she isn't.

Okay. Okay. Worst case scenario: she wakes up, still damaged. She'd have to amputate the arm. And probably wouldn't get it back. Maybe the Doctor could come up with something, maybe - no, fuck Satan, she wants no favors from Satan. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. She spent a fair amount of time with one arm, she can do it again.

Right now is just the pain and the stress, and Rush not knowing what to do. She closes her eyes and takes a few long, steadying breaths. If she were home, she'd just call David, or Ana, but she's not home, they can't help her. She never would have done anything so stupid in the first place.

"I..." She finally sinks a little, exhausted and afraid. Her entire body is flooded with electricity and static, she can't move without excruciating pain, and she can't just sit here swearing about it. "I need help."