Her first thought when consciousness returns is that she hurts, a steady throb radiating out from the base of her neck to spread into her skull. And with that pain comes a deluge of other sensations that all vie for her attention even though all she wants is to sink back into that dark place where pain doesn't exist. She has aches all over and her throat feels like sandpaper. In the end it's her thirst that finally drags her wakefulness.

Groaning softly, Carolina's eyes flutter as she wakes up and stares at the ceiling. Where is she? Turning to look around she finally notices York holding her hand. Before she can speak, do anything the nurse approaches just like she did with York and offers her a cup of water that Carolina gratefully accepts.

"How do you feel?"

"My head hurts. Did I get hurt?" Or... did she hurt someone? She's not blind, she's noticed the restraints. That must mean something, right?

"You were." The nurse glances at York for a moment before continuing. "Due to reckless actions you were struck with an electrical weapon. Our scans have shown you may have experienced some neural scarring. We'll know more when a doctor comes to check on you."

It doesn't feel real, the words don't line up to make any kind of sense. Does that mean she has brain damage? As the nurse retreats to call a doctor, Carolina searches for something to focus on in the interim, settling on York since he's right there. There's something about him, like a word on the tip of her tongue but bigger. He's handsome enough, even with a scar covering his left side.

"...do I know you?"