[Ginia points back behind her toward the kitchen, eyes closing slightly. Blood loss, exhaustion, stress, two aspirin, it's all a bad combination. It's stubbornness and raw determination keeping her going right now.]

Three puncture wounds on the front of my thigh, cuts on the back, stressed it running on it. It's a miracle I'm not hamstrung, though I can't imagine I'll be walking much after this.

[She smiles wryly from her place on the floor.]

I trust you won't tell anyone about this, and I hope you forgive me for dropping some clinic shifts.