((Ima save Jenn now. . . Finally.

))
Jenn risked another glance at her mangled legs, remembering that she hadn't done so in a while. Not a good idea. Her stomach lurched; the skin surrounding her wounds on both shins were a sickly, unnatural shade of purple. The blood still seeping out of it was closer to brown rather than crimson. "Not good," the human muttered.
No, you're kidding! When did you finally figure that out? sneered a voice inside her head. Ignoring it, a spasm of pain convulsed Jenn's body yet again, and invisible stones battered her head. Black waves threataned to dorwn her, to drag her under again, but suddenly a blinding light flooded the room and her senses, accompanied with a crash that rattled her still-intact teeth. The marine hissed as her eyes squeezed shut and her bleeding head throbbed painfully from the sudden light. An unfamiliar voice: "Oh my. . . God! Is she still alive?" Pattering, rushed footsteps. Another pair quickly followed. A sharp intake of breath, and a soft whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, Jenn. We're here to help." The sensation of a needle sliding under her skin (Not painful; it was nothing compared to what she had experienced.) and the cold sting of the sedation coursing through her veins. Jenn's eyes flickered open, squinting from the harsh lights, but she was unconscious before they could focus.