[H2]Izayoi Grand Hospital - [color=f7941d]Ram Jam[/color][/H2]

Ram Jam didn't up all at once. Her return to consciousness was more of an in-and-out deal, brief moments of lucidity before drifting back to sleep. Each time these moments lasted a little longer, parts of her brain reawakening before others. Perhaps that was why it wasn't immediately worrying that she was in a hospital, or why she couldn't feel the pain until the very last time she woke upz

[color=f7941d]"Hhhhhhhhhh!"[/color] she wheezed, waking up in extreme pain with nothing else to vocalize. Air. She felt like she was being crushed. She needed air!

Each wheezy breath was a test of incredible endurance, the mere act of inflating her lungs taxing to the point of unreasonable difficulty. What happened to her?!

Ram Jam fought through the pain, and eventually it became manageable, not much worse than that one time she'd been hit in the chest by the baseball cannon in the batting cage. Before long she'd gotten the hang of breathing and dealing with the pain. She tried sitting up.

[color=f7941d]"What,"[/color] she wheezed. [color=f7941d]"The hell happened? Are you okay, guys?"[/color]