[Kate comes to slowly, her head pounding. For a moment, she can't bring herself to open her eyes, much less move, but finally she forces herself to roll over, curling up into a miserable little ball. She's had concussions before, and they always, always suck. Her thoughts are so fuzzy that at first, she doesn't even register where she is or what happened, and then she remembers, and she's near ready to panic over the fact that Steinbeck might have been hurt when she hears his voice.]
Ow.
[It's a quiet, half-audible response, and when she tries to prop herself up on her elbow, her head spins. Worse than she thought. She sinks back down to the mattress.]
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Ow.
[It's a quiet, half-audible response, and when she tries to prop herself up on her elbow, her head spins. Worse than she thought. She sinks back down to the mattress.]