Catherine woke up in the medical bay groggily and with a minor dull ache in her head, her eyes trying to adjust to the damnably bright lights in the room and all of the yelling and shouting. She remembered being flung to the ground, but she did not know what happened next. Her tongue brushed along the inside of her mouth: good. She did not bite her tongue off and did not bite anything off inside her mouth. Either that or the drugs she could be on were quite excellent. She tested her limbs slowly, making them twitch and fingers clenching and unclenching. It was then she noticed she was quite parched. "W... May I please have some water?" She cleared her throat and swallows to get some hoarseness out. "How long was I out? Do I have a concussion?"