It took several seconds for her to focus on his voice. Natasha smiled, moving to reach for his hand but the pain in her stomach stopped her. "Fuck." She spat in Russian as she looked around the room. The doctor wasted no time rechecking her stats, her brain activity more than everything. There wasn't any damage...at least to her mental capacity.
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