[Sickbay]
Stark scarfed down the piece of chicken with all of his doggy enthusiasm, going on to thoroughly lick the hand to make sure that he had gotten every last atom of it and looking slightly disappointed that he had. He put his head down on his paws again with a distinct 'woe is me' sigh.
The anesthizine was a welcome addition to the medicines already circulating through her bloodstream, dulling the pain just a little bit more. Much more and she would be in that drugged sleep that she was starting to feel a need for. Being able to sit up a little also helped, putting her in less of a vulnerable position than she had been, lying flat on her back. Sitting as she was wasn't much better in terms of reactivity, but at least it was better.
Reaching out into thin air, her hand searched for the glass for a moment until the backs of her fingers touched the cool glass and she was able to take it, raising it to her lips for a sip. The cold water cut through the after-sleep taste in her mouth and, a little to her annoyance, helped her to cling on a little harder to the world of consciousness.
Finding the table next to the bed required a little more effort on her part, only having one hand to both hold the glass and feel out her way, but after a few moments of awkward, embarrassed fumbling, she managed to put it down. During that time, Paige had been none-too-subtly trying to dismiss the counsellor and the helmsman, but she wasn't really paying attention to that.