[She holds her hand up to about mid-chest.]

First time, broken spine. Almost drowned, but it was worse lying in the hospital tent afterwards. Second time-

[There's an unpleasant feeling up the back of her neck, and she turns, looking to see if anyone's come in. No, not here. But it might be someone she's seeing through the bugs. They don't naturally congregate, so she doesn't get any good views. She's quieter when she turns back, twiddling the crayon.]

Second time was gas. Couldn't even blink.