Medical Bay
Sienna wanted to protest when Natsumi asked a doctor to attend to her, displeased with herself for not having done well enough in concealing her discomfort. Between the way Chieko was convulsing and Natsumi's battered face, she didn't particularly feel that her headache and unpleasant tingles were a very pressing issue. She had gotten to the point where even thinking too loudly made her head pound even harder, anyway, so arguing simply wasn't worth it.
Ayumi apparently wasn't as occupied as she had appeared to be, though. In seconds the medic was back at her side, and Sienna felt a bit of pressure and a pinch on her exposed upper arm. With astonishing swiftness she felt her head clear and the pins and needles subside. She opened her eyes wide and lifted her head a little, blinking a couple of times to reassure herself that the pain wasn't coming back. Damn, she thought. That was fast.
Her hands still ached a bit and she felt tired and drained, but other than that, she felt fine. Now that her headache and body aches had been muted by whatever Ayumi had given her, she finally noticed that the buzzing, floaty sensation from before was gone as well. She still couldn't clearly remember anything that had happened since leaving the ship that morning, but at least she was feeling more like herself again.
"Thanks," she muttered, sitting up on her elbows cautiously, looking herself over. As she did so, the machinery that she was hooked up to seemed to know what she was attempting, and without any input from an operator, automatically withdrew the tubes and sensors it had attached to her without her even feeling a thing.
She glanced over at Natsumi again, noting that the Neko's face already looked better than it had a few minutes ago. She couldn't say the same for Chieko when she looked, however. What had happened to her that was so catastrophic that they'd had to put her in one of those tubes, she wondered?
When Ayumi told her she was free to leave, she slowly sat the rest of the way up, rubbing her face and brushing her hair to the side. She started to realize it was a little chilly in the medbay without her coat -- where was her jacket anyway? -- and tugged at her shirt tail to cover the skin at her waist that had apparently been exposed the whole time. She clenched her fingers open and shut, wincing slightly at the bruises on her fists as she swung her legs off the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, still working her hands. "Yeah, okay," she replied to Ayumi. "I'm fine for now, though. Some grub sounds good first."