Donna hadn't known up from down since the moment the nurses had come to get her, so it was a wonder she was even able to get as far as one of the couches they led her to come the second shift. The woman wasn't able to do much except take up the whole couch for laying on it and stare at the ceiling. Forget trying to get her thoughts straight either for the headache and bandages that were far too tight to be legal.

But there was something she could hold to at least. Something that, probably like her headache and the damn scars on her hands, felt like it would never be leaving her - a certain sense of anger that would forever be unrivaled the moment Donna could get herself together. Whenever that was. And the moment that time did come not even the devil would have been able to stop the warpath she'd be on!

For now though, she just stared at the ceiling and tried like mad to make her head stop pounding.