twist my leg why don't you

Her mind was rolling again in a few minutes, however heavy her thoughts were. It was hard to wrap her mind around everything as she lay there with the added drugs to her system. There was pain, but she cared a whole lot less about it. She jumped lightly at the sharp sound of claw against rock but she groaned lightly, an answer to the summons. Her throat felt raw and unused, how long had she been out?

She managed to twist her head so she could watch him come in, despite her position he was quick to offer a bow and greeting before offering his assistance. Venom tried not to sigh again, but regaining one’s composure when simply sitting up was a challenge brought her shame. The white fur around her nose did not hide her blush very well. ”Help me sit up.” Venom requested softly as she forced herself to find Hattori’s silver gaze. She wouldn’t lose her pride completely before him. ”How long have I been out? What did Iolaire say about my…” She looked down, it was splinted and not cut off. She’d feared it needed to be removed. ”Nevermind I don’t want to know right now.” Venom was going to be healing for a long time.