[She would accept the yelling. She knows she deserves some sort of reprimanding for what happened.
Her hand moved back to rub at her chest about where the bandage starts, making a face. She's healed, yes, but it still feels strange. Tender, almost. Bruised maybe? She can't tell, she's never had an injury that extensive before.]
Sore. ... how... long have you-- ... how long was I out?
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Her hand moved back to rub at her chest about where the bandage starts, making a face. She's healed, yes, but it still feels strange. Tender, almost. Bruised maybe? She can't tell, she's never had an injury that extensive before.]
Sore. ... how... long have you-- ... how long was I out?