Annisa feels like she is floating very far from everything. She is not sure how that could have happened. Maybe she died. ....no, no, no, she can't have died, she was going to not die. Had a plan. 

What freaks out any given person is kind of random, a lot of the time, and Annisa is subjectively mid-graduation right now, so they stand a meter or two back from the bed and don't make any loud sounds or sudden movements and wait for her to acknowledge their existence, or at least her own.

Annisa thinks she should try not to die. But she doesn't know how. It isn't like in school, where you knew what to do. She is floating - and made of lead, funny how you can float while made of lead -and she doesn't know what direction of floating is dying, though she's pretty sure one of them is -

- she's in pain, that's fine, only living people are in pain -

- she can't breathe -

- she panics about this, even though she already thought she was dying, tries to draw mana into herself for a spell that she's too floating and too suffocating to breathe - and it's not there - and she's got to move she's got to fight she's got to get to her team she's got to get out of here -

To outside observers this looks like she does about nothing for twenty minutes and then whimpers, tries to sit up, and falls out of bed.

Everyone tries to rush over and catch her but also simultaneously stops themselves from doing that, because being a well-oiled combat machine that looks like one mind with four bodies does not help when none of the bodies know what to do. 

The thing to do when nobody knows what to do is that Marcy takes point. She goes and kneels next to Annisa. "Annisa? It's Marcy. You're safe. We got out."

People are talking! That's very rude. Can't they see that Annisa is over here dying? They should do something about that!

It looks like she's in pain. Should she ask Abigail to do the painkiller spell? No, at high levels it makes your senses fuzzy and her senses are probably fuzzy enough already. Should she ask Abigail to give her something for sensory acuity? Maybe, but only if she seems to be stabilizing at something that looks like 'can't perceive things'. 

"Annisa? Can you try to move your hand if you understand me?"

That sounds like Marcy. But Marcy would not be TALKING while Annisa was dying. Marcy would be FIXING IT. An imposter, Annisa concludes. She tries to open her mouth to say something but she's not totally sure what is her mouth and what is - oh, those are her eyes. That was a mistake! It's bright! Mouth, not eyes.

"DYING", she successfully says. She thinks. She's not sure why she bothered because the imposter won't care. 

"Not anymore! We fixed it! Do you want painkillers?"

Okay this instance of talking is Annisa's fault, she tried talking, she cannot blame people for talking back! But ow!!! 

She lies there on the floor thinking and then she says "gradation?" because that seems like the most important thing.

"We made it out," she says, softly because she saw how Annisa winced at the last time she made a sound. "We all survived."

"Oh," says Annisa.

That seems....inadequate to the occasion. If it's really Marcy and not an imposter, but she can't remember why she thought it was. 

"...yay?"

Then she bursts into tears.

Marcy feels that this is incredibly reasonable of her but that doesn't translate into knowing what to do about it! 

"Abigail? I need to know what she's feeling." She adjusts to a sitting position from which it will be very hard to fall over on top of Annisa.

That's very Marcy of her and also she has a point. Abigail does the spell that briefly overwrites Marcy's sensorium with Annisa's.

Marcy swallows a small unhappy noise, waits a few seconds for the effects to wear off, then jumps up as quietly as possible and turns off half of the lights before returning to the floor next to Annisa and putting a hand very gently on her shoulder.

Annisa can see, but only sort of because the brightness of everything hurts! She can hear but only sort of because the loudness of everything hurts! Her chest feels like it was recently cut open and stitched back together! She's dizzy. Her fingers and toes feel numb. 

But if she graduated, none of that matters. 

She has absolutely no idea why she's crying.

Marcy makes the 'Shhhh' gesture at the others and then mouths "Painkiller spell!"

Abigail starts chanting the painkiller spell very quietly; just one verse at first to see how Annisa reacts before turning it up. She's good at doing this particular spell in a near-whisper; it was one of the ones she sold to other kids and some of them (including Annisa) were worried about getting stuck with a new language.

It's darker. And quieter. Annisa still isn't sure she remembers how moving works, which is ridiculous since she was in great shape just this morning -

- wait a second - 

"Boston?" she asks. Presumably if they're not imposters her allies will know what she means.

A complete word! And she recognizes them! Or possibly is just asking about them? Either way this is Progress and she has to make an effort to keep her voice soft and quiet. "Yes. We're in Boston. You were hurt so we brought you here to heal." That should resolve the central confusion without dumping too many additional revelations at once.

Annisa needs to stop being a stupid person! Stupid people die! Just, it's all very confusing. 

"Oh," she says. "Very smart Annisa." Wait she didn't mean to say that part out loud the plan was self- flagellate internally.

Marcy completely fails to register this as potentially awkward because Annisa is being sarcastic again! This is the best day ever! All the joy and relief she didn't manage to feel at graduation is hitting her like a collapsing brick wall and she is completely unaware that she's crying happy tears.

"Did I - make a mistake -"

She realizes she's crying when it interferes with getting her tone of voice right. "No, no, you were amazing, you were perfect, we all got out and it's going to be okay."

"Abigail Franklin Kevin?"

"All alive and not injured." She gestures for them to come closer to where Annisa can see them, and they all sit on the floor in a rough semicircle. (Except Franklin, who squats, because he hates being more than half a second from being able to run.)