She woke with a start, a shout on her lips, and knocked the table to the floor. A ringing crash echoed around the room as metallic devices scattered across the linoleum. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, except it was dark, the only illumination coming from the faint yellow line under the door. The new scar tissue on her arm was tight and hard under her fingertips, and a deep ache cut to the bone. Her chest wound was shallow but wider, a jagged circle of fake pink flesh across her lower chest and abdomen. The skin was taut, the pain of her touch pushing a hiss through gritted teeth.