Cassandra watched her friends in silence from her spot on the hospital bed, whether it be from the shock of alien invaders or physical trauma, even she didn't know.
During her three day stint in the hospital, doctors and nurses had removed the shrapnel, stopped the bleeding, and sewed up the entry wound. A jagged scar above her navel, about three inches in lengh, was the mark it left. The mark those invading foreigners and their weapons gave her. And though her abdomen was still working its way back to normality, she was more than ready to leave.
Her friend's injuries were mostly healed, although a few concussions still remained and a hand was being fixed as best it could, and she felt anxious and guilty. What if they left her here and went on without her? Or worse: They waited for her to competely heal, only to be killed by invading forces? That would be worse than any imaginable injury in Cassy's mind.