When Danica came to, she fought the urge to open her eyes, like she would if it was too early in the morning and there was no way in hell she was waking up yet. It wasn’t hard to either, they felt gritty and heavy, lids stuck together. Slow, shallow breaths were interrupted by a deep sigh when she finally let the light in. Bright light, as it turned out, pure white in her vision that dissolved from the outside in far too slowly for her liking.

It was a quick, easy decision to close them again. “Fuck that.” Her voice strained, hoarse and dry, and a frown of confusion twitched on her forehead as she tried to figure out why. Her throat was sore, so an attempt to clear it brought nothing by pain. She was too tired to work out why things were the way they were - who gave a fuck about details anyway? - so she reverted to her default and began to roll over to her side, determined to sleep in, even if she lost the entire day. A sharp tug put a stop to that, the IV in her arm catching, enough for her to force her eyes back open, roll her head and take a look.

A drip? Someone had shoved a drip in her arm? And given her a fucking migraine along with it. Thin bandage covered her wrists, though she had only spotted one so far, and she was too incensed at the knowledge that there was a fucking tube coming out of her to question why or who had done it.

“Oh, fuck you,” she told it, before fingernails that couldn’t possibly be her own started picking at the edges of the adhesive tape stuck to her skin. Getting it off, and the tube out of her, was her first priority.


[ooc: dated to Saturday, any time that suits your pup. To find out what happened, click here]