[color=mediumspringgreen][i]Something smells awful…[/i][/color]

That was the only thought swimming around Aya's brain. Apparently whatever it was had been exceptionally disgusting, because she was pretty sure she should still be asleep. God, she felt terrible. Then there was someone shouting and her mind snapped to attention at the noise. She wasn't home. She was in pain. She didn't recognize that voice… did she? Behind her closed eyelids, Aya could tell there was some sort of florescent lighting shining down on her, and behind that god awful smell, antiseptic was thick in the air. A hospital, then?

She tried to peal open her eyelids, only to snap them shut when the lights stung them. After a while she tried again, little by little, until she could squint them open in (relative) comfort. Her eyes darted around the ceiling, but couldn't see anything of note. That same voice rang throughout the hall again, and this time Aya was certain she recognized it. Sliding her hands so they lay beside her on the bed, she pushed in an attempt to sit up – and immediately regretted it.

[color=mediumspringgreen]"Ah-!"[/color] she gave a muffled shout at the pain shooting through her wrists and the entirety of her right arm. It was then that the day's events came rushing back to her. Sebastian, Cassandra, the Reformists… that was how she knew that voice, she realized. It was the man who'd helped her when she arrived. What was his name again?

She forced her head to turn towards his voice and tried to look at him. There he was, standing with another man and a… dog?

[color=mediumspringgreen]"Hello?"[/color] she tried in a soft voice.

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