-7.4 ml- [Text/Voice]

hi guys. I'm okay now. Shinji and Jackie left me at the hospital now. I don't even remember how I got here, but I can't really move all that well. I can't stand up, and Faust says I can't talk for a while, at least a week.

I kind of want to go home, though, it's a little lonely, but I bet I'm awful company because I keep dozing off... and every time I wake up, everything feels all achy, and I miss Gulliver. Someone's taking care of him, right? I didn't want to leave him next to the mess, but...

Hey, is it weird for your head to feel all fuzzy? It's like I should have a headache but everything seems to be on a little clougdghszzz

[--and with that, it switches from Text to Voice. Fingernails barely scrape the communicator, and Anemone gives out a pitiful whimper. She's soon grunting slightly, as if straining to get something; this continues for a minute, and the covers shift. Then, with a dejected hmph, Anemone sulks and falls silent, and the post times out.]

[[ooc: So she's laying propped up on pillows in a cot in the clinic, with casts on her arms and legs and her communicator on the bed just out of reach, for anyone who wants to commentlog a visit. For just regular comments, assume a good 5-10 minute delay.]]