Even in the haze of white-hot pain, Claire is able to piece it all together to make that assumption. She'd seen only two cases of it back in her world and in her ER but heard plenty other stories of direct and indirect lightning hits. She also had seen enough electrocutions, too, to make the most accurate diagnosis.

And now she was the patient. Again. That seems to internally piss her off the most.

Claire does her best not to pass out, but there's a lot of pain going through her and it takes a lot to focus on the other things around her, like Clint's voice which does manage to surprise her enough to jerk slightly.

She hears another voice, a woman's, before another sharp pop in her ear has Claire's face scrunching up. She had no strength but as soon as he sets her down, her eyes open and tears stream down the sides of her face.

"I can't hear properly," she tells him, her own voice blurred and distorted and sounding more inside her head. "My arm.."

The arm she is speaking of had begun to develop blisters along the patterned lines that had slowly started forming back where Clint had found her.