There was no reaction when liquid was poured into the wound, the pressure of knuckles along her sternum was what jarred her into conciouness. With a sharp inhale that ended in a whine, Rayne's eyes snapped open once more. Blinking slowly as everything swam nauseatingly, she swallowed once before averting her gaze to Adrienne's face. There's a muffled voice in her mind that sounds like her mother, warning her that staying awake was safest. "I..I'm sorry." She murmurs quietly, tongue feeling heavy within her mouth. 

It'd only then that she registers the new pain mixed with what she's already feeling, as well as the smell of alcohol. It has her nose wrinkling in distaste, but she knows that's what's maxing her wounds burn now. Breathing slowly isn't easy but she forces herself to, the last thing she needs is a panic attack. Her eyes glance to the gauze and sutures she can feel under the pristine clothe, she's not unfamiliar with stitches and although she can't see the she can feel them. "My mother would congratulate you on these if she were here, they aren't half bad." She's speaking with abandon right now and it should frighten her, but for some reason she feels...safe with this stranger. It doesn't settle that a teenager shouldn't know how to stitch wounds closed, that the bottle of alcohol should mean anything else. 

Licking her lips Rayne slowly begins to push herself upright, using her left hand to bare the majority of her weight. Moving sends needles of pain down her arm and has her stomach rolling, but she needs to sit up. Her eyes take in the medium-sized room she's in slowly, nothing really registering aside from the couch she's currently on. "I think I should...go." She adds after several moments of silence, the sound of thunder and harsh wind draws her attention towards a window. The world outside looks like it's been drained of color, dark and bleak in a way only a storm can make do. Essa whines softly before laying down, clearly nof agreeing with her words one bit. But she did have to go home eventually, her brother Samuel would no doubt be wondering where she was. Judging by the storm outside and how she can faintly remember being driven here, walking home was her only option. With a huff she dropped her heavy head against the cushion behind her, clicking her tongue once before glancing at her companion. "Or I will go when this storm is over. I owe you an apology and a big thank you." She adds before dipping her head in thanks, not having the energy to offer her left hand for a handshake. [@SomeoneSomewere]