Hearing the sudden knock at the door, Delilah's eyes snapped towards it, watching, waiting. It was only seconds later when a nurse came inside. She was a pretty girl; friendly looking enough. It put her at ease just a little. Delilah watched the nurse approach the bed and ask her how she was feeling. All she could really do, was stare at her for a moment. There were so many questions she wanted to ask the girl, but refrained for the time being. Clearing her throat, Delilah began to answer. 

"I feel like shit," she replied quite bluntly. "I'm sore, my head is foggy. We're there any serious injuries? Concussion, internal bleeding, ruptured organs?" She wanted to know everything. So much for refraining. "Tell me everything... can I get something to drink? My throat feels like sandpaper. Hell, it sounded like it was. Her mouth was dry and her voice as hoarse. She instinctively reached up and rubbed her throat as if it help ease the pain she del in it.