(Well, the second bit was relevant, at least, given that it was stained with a generous amount of her own blood.)
Susan took a deep breath and regarded the screen with the most neutral expression she could manage. She wanted nothing more than to pass out, or whine about the wound in her back, but both of those activities were (ultimately) counter-productive. It didn't do to go unconscious or start panicking people, particularly when you were asking them for medical help.]
I seem to be having a bit of trouble.
[Given how pale she was, this was a fairly serious understatement. She was seated at the table in a cheerfully decorated tea room and, although she wasn't actually lying on it, it was a near thing.]
I would walk to the clinic to get this sorted, but I'm afraid I'm having difficulty staying upright.
If there is anyone with a bit of...first-aid experience near the tea-room on the first floor, I would be much obliged if they could see to stopping by. [And, because she was quite certain that the blast in her room hadn't done anything as convenient as killing Mr. Teatime, she added:] If you've got a sword as well, and the know-how to weild it, that would be ideal.
(OOC: So, generally speaking, the people involved in the Action portions of this have already discussed it with me on Plurk, but absolutely anyone and everyone is welcome to answer the video posting. Susan will ICly decline any Magic or Magic-like assistance, though, so if your character would spot this and would definitely offer to help that way, feel free to tag in! It won't derail anything, no worries.)