"This is a little more than a scrape," Meredith told her. "Once we've got you in the O.R., we'll get you patched up, alright? And we'll send for Eden." The name was one she recognized, the way she remembered a lot of names of people who'd been around a while, and if she could remember it, surely someone would know where to find her. For now, though, Claire was her first concern. "How are your legs? Can you flex your feet for me a little?" There didn't seem to be any problems with her upper extremities, no sign of concussion, and she suspected her legs were fine, too, but then, the broken ribs were problematic enough all on their own, guaranteed to leave Claire in pain for weeks.