Now that the experience over, the adrenaline began to fade from her system. The pain that had been masked by the rush of hormones began to be apparent. She hurt everywhere. As Jim was busy, she leaned back on the couch, trying to simply breathe, and took stock of her injuries. As she catalogued each injury, she felt a jolt of memory, seeing and experiencing once more the ways each injury was inflicted.<br/><br/>Most painful of all of her injuries was her left foot. During the struggle, he'd managed to pin her down, and had taken hold of the toe of her shoe after pinning her down, pressing her face into the carpet. Using her shoe as leverage, he'd pulled her toes back, straining the tendons in her ankle until they'd begun to tear. She'd screamed and begged to be released, but managed to resist his demands.<br/><br/>The next injury to make its self known was her cheek and jaw. During the fight, she'd managed to break free of his grasp by biting his hand. He'd delivered a blow that left her completely unconscious for... well she didn't know how long. She suspected her cheekbone had been cracked in the impact, and found it incredibly painful to move her jaw.<br/><br/>As if her injuries were patiently waiting in line to be acknowledged, she next became aware of a strange heaviness in her stomach... or she supposed a doctor would have called it her abdomen. She felt as though she had been stuffed with jello. When she gently pressed a hand to her side, the pain that resulted nearly made her scream.<br/><br/>He'd left her hands alone, and avoided her face to make sure she'd be able to write clearly, and see what she was writing. She found this almost as upsetting as her actual injuries.<br/><br/>There were many bruises, scrapes, and other mild wounds, some of a defensive nature, others caused deliberately to scare her, but they were so many and so mild that she only became aware of them as a whole.<br/><br/>Tears continued leaking from her eyes as the lingering emotion of the past hours took a toll on her system. She couldn't seem to stop. When he spoke, she squeezed his hands back gently, though hers trembled.<br/><br/>"You... were supposed to be out of town..." her thoughts were slow, but she managed to realize, "Its... the full moon...?"<br/><br/>She shook her head as he apologized, still not opening her eyes, "No... don't be sorry. I... there really is no reason for it. I can understand... more than you likely know. I must admit, I find it incredibly embarassing that I didn't know."<br/><br/>She smiled slightly, though the motion pained her bruised face. Her fingers remained tight around his, clinging to him as though he was her life line.