The last time she was injured like this was years ago, back during her first year on the Enterprise. The memory flits through her mind as she finally begins to rouse. This feels... oddly similar to that, except that now she's hearing phaser fire. And her head is elevated, which is a good thing. Were she in better shape, she would likely try to get away from that sound. It's far too close. But at the moment, moving is entirely beyond her. So instead she attempts to take the advice that she would give any other patient in her place:

Stay awake.

Unfortunately, focus is a difficult thing right now. The struggle is very intense, but she fights the battle as best she can, forcing her eyes open so she isn't tempted to sleep again. The weight on her legs seems to be decreasing somehow -- maybe that's what the phaser fire is...? -- and she groans softly as numbness gives way to aching pain. It will burn soon, she knows.

Licking her lips, she tries to speak, but with her throat so dry from the dust and dirt stirred up by the cave-in, she doesn't get very far. "What...?" she finally manages, trying to focus her gaze on who she thinks is cradling her head in his lap. "Robin?"