The bumpy ride wouldnâ€™t have been anything too big if she had been in better condition. Speaking of Riddick, if anyone has ridden in the passenger seat whenever he commanded a ship or flew a shuttle they would truly understand the meaning of reckless and bumpy flying most days. Even some of her previous partners had been rather reckless flyers. Kat had become use to rough flying long ago needless to say but given the condition she was in now the bumpy ride did nothing but cause a sharp and almost unbearable pain to surge through her body. She had looked briefly to Eric to give him the same smile saying she was alright but when she coughed once and noticed the drops of blood landing on her lap she knew she was in desperate need of medical attention. It was a miracle she had held out this long so she supposed it wasnâ€™t all that surprising that she wasnâ€™t able to fight much longer, knowing she was receiving said attention soon.<br/><br/>She had tried to respond to Ericâ€™s words once she recovered a little with some words of encouragement of her own to show how much she appreciated his words, and how much they surprised her. But as soon as the shuttle docked on the ship and medical team rushed in she could feel herself fading. Someone had to help her out of the seat she was feeling so dizzy. Everything was slowly darkening, and the voices around her were becoming murmurs. As much as she wanted to protest and say she was fine to walk Samantha was right to have her lay down so she wouldnâ€™t further agitate her wounds. The painkillers Ryan had given out were still in effect but even that was no longer enough to hold back the pain she was feeling. She tried to look to Eric, hoping to focus on something other than the pain but it was no use. He could probably see the pain in her eyes and she could tell he wasnâ€™t feeling any better than she was.<br/><br/>Just how bad was her condition? Kat wished she could look in the mirror right then and there, hearing that it was needed for the medics to â€˜tread carefullyâ€™ worried her, but she knew she probably looked like hell. She knew because the pain she was feelingâ€¦ she was blacking outâ€¦ But she didnâ€™t want to black out fearing what she might see in her nightmares. One of the medics who she couldnâ€™t remember the name of for the life of her at the moment must have thought she looked like she was about to freak out and have a breakdown because he held up a syringe filled with what she assumed was a sedative. She eyed the syringe fearfully, feeling all color washing form her face again. Kat really didnâ€™t like needles, but then again she hasnâ€™t known anyone who was ever truly comfortable around needles. She tried to voice that she was fine and didnâ€™t need it but all that came out was a defiant groan and she raised her hand a bit in hopes of swatting the needle away.<br/><br/>Apparently the action must have been a bit more aggressive than she wanted because the man gently grabbed her arm and spoke to her. His words made her panic even more: â€œTake it easy and relax, my dear, youâ€™ll risk further injury if you move around too much. Trust us, weâ€™ll have you in and out of there in no time flat but you need to calm down, Kat. Everything will be fine.â€ Just how the hell did he expect her to calm down!? Though the medicâ€™s voice was gentle, Kat probably never ever wanted to hear the words â€˜my dearâ€™ ever again. Not in the mental state she was in right now. She had half a mind to ignore ever last bit of pain in her body and deck the man in the face, probably would have if she wasnâ€™t being restrained so she wouldnâ€™t hurt herself. However, the moment the needle met her vein almost instantly she felt it working and she calmed down.<br/><br/>Everything around her began to fade again until she finally closed her eyes and she began to fall into a state of comfort. That was what sedatives were for, right? And she had to admit, between the painkillers and the sedative she felt absolutely amazing compared to earlier. She closed her eyes for what felt like a minute, seeing nothing but blackness, and when she finally came to she was mostly all patched up and did feel a lot better though she was still rather sore. There were voices, she assumed they were speaking about her condition, and judging by the expressions of the medical staff that was tending to her things were not looking that great and it had her worried.