Things were fuzzy, it was as if she had just woken from a deep sleep. Her eye were heavy and didn't want to open at first. She went to rub them and whimpered, unable to move her right arm. the pain was a reminder of what had happened. Using her left hand this time, she succeeded - flinching as she came across the cuts and broken bones. She moved her hand down to her right side, it was fixed. She was confused, the more she was able to recall - the less sense it made that she was alive. Slowly but surely became more lucid, and that is when it hit her.
The ring was gone.
She instantly went for her hip, only to find her guns wasn't there either, this set her into a panic. She tried to sit, and failed, this only caused her most distress. She was in pain but all that mattered to her was that ring, if she had to fight for it, she had every intention of trying. As it was she was getting loud about it, starting to cause a scene.
“The ring.... Wh.... Where is it. I swear to whichever God it is you follow.... You have no idea what that... "
She finally opened her eyes and saw him. She froze and quietly uttered his name. For a moment she wondered if she had infact died, after all, what would the odds be that he was sitting by her bed otherwise. She looked confused, but it didn't take long for this look to turn to fear.
"No.... No no..... They will..... They will kill you..... I can't let them.... I'm not..... Not worth it"
She was seemingly rambling, still not entire there after waking from the induced coma, the painkillers didn't help. Despite this, she genuinely seemed afraid. Once again she went for where her holster would be, it would no longer be a fight for the ring, but a fight for him. She needed to calm down but just seemed to get more distressed.
She didn't seem to understand the extent of the injuries, but she seemed determined to get up. She didn't have the strength. Everything was fuzzy, she didn't understand what was going on, or where she was. She didn't know why he was there. A thought crossed her mind and she fell silent.
"please.... Don't give me to them...."
She stopped fighting to get up, she was exhausted. She instead moved her hand to her forehead, she had a headache. A tear ran down her cheek, she ignored it. Through the haze she started to piece things together. The fight, the damaged ship, what she thought were her last moments. She was tired, and she hurt. She didn't understand how she wasn't dead, nothing made sense.
