She if vaguely aware of the events around her.  They do not make the conscious brain at this time.  Later bits and pieces will disjointedly come back to her and it will be a puzzle that keeps her busy.  Stories from others may help her place her puzzle into a slightly askew picture, but that is all later.  For now, all she is aware of is the pain and the dizzy, the way when she turns her head, she can see movement lines like a badly done cartoon.  She feels the tenderness leave the one holding her and is not sure what is happening.  She opens her eyes again, but only gets a peak before the lights blind her.  It wasn't even sunny out, why do the dull lights blind her?  Not having a concusion before, she does not know what is going on with her.  The earth shakes, but she is unsure if that is the earth or her own issues.  Still she cries out in pain as the spinning in her head sped up.  She feels herself jostled about, tossed over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes, only with a bit more care.  She moans loudly as her head has to readjust.  As he begins to move about, she whimpers.  She clings to him, really unable to put up much fuss.  Somewhere in that darkness one image remains strong and true before her eyes.  Softly glowing blue eyes.  Her heart calls out to those eyes.  She lifts a pathetic hand towards the store, but the man steps over something or off a curb or such and her body is slightly jolted.  The hand goes straight to her head and tries to steady it.  Somewhere in the back of her mind, a rather odd sense of humor would ask "I wonder if he is enjoying the view" with her backside so prominently displayed.  At this point, she would have begged for the tranq, but could not.