Hurt was an understatement. That freaking stung, so much so that at first she forgot how to breathe and couldn't make a sound. She knew she had to stay still, but her body lurched anyway... or, as far as it could with the big wall of muscly pilot keeping her from moving too much.

Her hands dug into the mattress, and the metal in the bed creaked but couldn't do more than that because of her separation from it. Probably for the best. She didn't want to accidentally send one of the boys into the wall purely on reflex.

Her teeth and eyes clenched against the sting and she tensed, maybe she even growled in protest, but she didn't complain and didn't yell. At least not out loud. Her head, though, was full of all the bad words she'd learned outside of her parents' home.

'cause damn, that HURT.