((Oh gods not the bunny! DX lol. If you want to, sure :3 EDIT: She'd probably think it was part of what was happening to her anyway. Might be funny if the doctor saw it.))
Hopefully she got moved back to her bed. Regardless, she'd begin to stir again. This time, soft whimpers would escape her as she curled up into a tight ball with tears streaming down her cheeks. A glimpse at the frail woman that had been returned to them. The conscience that had hidden itself away deep in the darkest recesses of the mind.
"..help.. me..." she whispered, trembling as if her whole body was once more enduring the awful pain. "..W-Wukong.." The name was whispered softly. She'd reach up, feeling the mask and started to cry even harder as it'd get pushed off with ease revealing her terrified features. There were hints of scars, particularly one right below her left eye where it looked as if the skin had been ripped. They were faint, except for that one which was a bit more obvious. Her left eye was partly closed as if in pain, while her right would frantically begin searching around. She didn't know where she was. It was possible she wasn't even actually present. Her mind might be trapped in a flashback.
"..s-stop..." she whispered. It was clear she felt trapped as she slowly started to bring herself to her feet. She'd stagger weakly towards the door, then the windows, "E-Ezreal!?" She called out, "TIM!?" Her fear grew as she struggled to find an exit, "HELP!!"