Carah's shaking at first didn't work, my mind lost in a nightmare world filled with Ghosts, Hydralisks, bullets, and knives. First it seemed as if I fell forever through multiple mouths of Hydralisks, the jaws on each one snapping closed behind me as multiple personages of the Ghost I'd fought appeared, wielding rifles and knives and shooting and stabbing me, drawing screams of pain from me both in the night mare and under Carah's hands.
"No, stop it! Stop the pain! AHHHH!" Reaching down to my waist, I push Carah off and come up, a kukri knife in hand, just as my eyes shoot open. Blinded momentarily by the bright operating light, I'm forced to try and remember where I was. With a groan, I set the knife down in my lap and look around, recognizing the Silico's medbay after a couple moments.
"Mother of god..." Putting my face in my hands, I take a moment to steady myself before looking at the kukri, then up at Carah. "Oh sh!t, are you hurt?" Now I felt like a giant @ss on top of feeling like I'd just lost a crap ton of blood. Sheathing the knife, I swing my legs around to stand. "I swear, if I hurt you, I'm gonna kick my own @ss for weeks to come."