Her last memories were full of sharp, jagged pain. Blue's eyelids fluttered, she tried to make a noise down in her throat, but nothing responded. She did manage to blink her eyes open just a little, enough to see in the dimness and realize that she had absolutely no idea where she was!

Her first reaction was, of course, panic. Everything around her smelled sterile, white, and sharp. She didn't feel shackled, however, but she was far too weak to simply surge up and out of here...wherever here was. Thwarted of her initial instinct, Blue simply breathed, in and out, calming breaths which, shockingly enough, brought her a very familiar scent and it was so much of a relief that it brought tears to her eyes.

Omega.

He was here. Somewhere. Nearby, she hoped. A curious warmth emanated from her left side, but she was still too frail to investigate it, and even turning her head was a chore. But he was here, he was close, and she needed him. Dimly she realized that Owen's familiar scent was also present, but faint, dim. Blue inhaled again, sorting out the smells: Omega, Owen, and...yes, Dr. Gwen, she also was or had been here, not long ago.

Blue relaxed; her family was close, she was hurting, but it was bearable, nothing like the inward turning knives she'd suffered...however long ago. She wasn't able to move very much just yet, but she finally managed a small mewl, a plaintive sound to anyone who might be close enough to hear.