"Jenn, we met three weeks ago, remember? You were on my campus. It's a month from now. That didn't happen."

"And there," Jenn says, looking to not-Bina. "That phrasing. 'A month from now'. How can it be a month from now? It's either now, or it isn't."

"It makes perfect sense? Please eat, Jenn, who knows what'll get into you if you don't - "

"Who know what'll get into me if I do."

"Something that'll help you."

"Or something that will help you. Whoever, whatever you are. Is this how you win? When you win?"

"Oh, Jenn. There's nobody to look anymore."

And the restaurant, the streets are suddenly empty.

Like they've always been.

Because that's not creepy at all. Jenn would, she thinks, like to wake up now.

"Except you need people to look. Why?"

"Who says I did this?"

And the dream ends.

Jenn surges awake sucking in lungfuls of air like she'd just been drowning.

"Jenn! Jenn, it's okay, we're in the Moment - don't move you'll hurt yourself - "

'How is she even conscious' is a question Elizabeth would like answered.

"Bina's right. You've lost a lot of blood."

"I'm fine," she bites out, harsher than she intends, but she needs to shift, needs to move-

-Except she shouldn't be fine. She remembers getting clawed. She tries to twist to look at her own shoulder where she'd felt claws rip into her.

"You weren't moving - "

The shoulder is still raw and open, still bleeding, and going by the amount of blood on and spreading around her Jenn really, really should be doing much worse. Bina's trying to press already bloody fabric against a part that's spurting.

"Hey, I'm alright," Jenn reassures her, admits that if she wasn't currently losing blood at a rapid pace that would probably be a lot more reassuring. She isn't entirely sure how she's conscious.

"Then let me stop the bleeding."

"Okay, okay," Jenn agrees, shifts slightly, because the position she is in isn't the most comfortable, and to try and give Bina better access to her shoulder. She shifts her arm into her lap without even thinking - it moves as though completely uninjured. Jenn doesn't even notice.

As Bina stems the bleed, Elizabeth says, "...I don't think you should have that much range of motion. There's. A lot of damage."

"-High pain tolerance?" Jenn suggests. "Does it look like the muscles and tendons are severed? You'd be surprised what people can work through."

"Your collarbone's shattered. The muscles and tendons over and around it are badly torn."

"...It doesn't feel that bad. And like. Not in an 'adrenaline is a hell of a drug' way."

She manages to hold pressure on whichever artery's spurting for long enough that it kind of stops. Or maybe it's out of blood. Still, Bina retracts bloody fingers, then shifts to trying to stop the rest of the bleeding.

"It looks that bad, and we can't find medical supplies easily - there might be some in the bin but I'm hesitant to move around what're probably time machines on top of all it. And I didn't know if Bina'd need more medical advice, but if you're not dying - I might go help with looking in the houses."

"Pretty sure if I was going to die, I'd be dead by now."

"I doubt stitches would hurt."