Lasting pain was definitely another devil entirely, Claire thought to herself, as she did her best to flex her feet, wiggling her toes, almost dragging her right foot up altogether. Her jaw was locked, the tears at her eyes holding still as Claire held her breath, just trying to get through as many of the checks as possible so that she'd get to stop thinking, stop moving, not jarring herself to the point where everything would hurt again.

"When I say scrapes, I mean..." Claire inhaled softly, still feeling the air catch somewhere, not filling her lungs completely. "This isn't the first time I've broken bones. Or my ribs, actually."

The harder it got to speak, the quieter Claire became, looking up at the doctor with watchful eyes, hoping that she'd get to the O.R. soon. Wondering what being put to sleep was like, in spite of everything else that swirled around her just then.