Light... why was there light?

Lyra was squinting toward the lamp in the corner of the room. Something was wrong. Before going to bed, she had turned off all the lights in her room, yet it wasn't the luminescence that seemed unusual to her. It wouldn't be the first time a careless server had left one on despite her express instructions not to do so. No, the problem was that the lamp was of an odd, long style, unlike any her family owned. She wasn't in her room. 

She braced her arms against the bed, trying to prop herself up to get a better look, but she couldn't move... not one bit. The pounding of her heart quickened. Even in a sunny field, she was rarely this weak, and her illness had not proven to be the sort riddled with intermittent attacks so far... yet, clearly, she was in a hospital. How long had she been asleep? Usually, when she woke, she would be greeted by someone - a doctor, nurse, or servant, if not her parents. Yet she was all alone, in a room not like her former ones in Brimford Private Hospital. Had she fallen into a coma of some sort?

For a long time, she laid helpless in her bed, unable to even cry out for help. It was only after what seemed like hours that she was able to prop herself up into a sitting position. In her especially weakened state, the task was challenging, and by the time she was upright and the dizziness had faded, her cheeks were warm and her breaths shallow from exertion. On the far side of the room, a mirror hung on the wall. Lyra sighed in relief when she saw that her face hadn't changed. If she had been in a coma, it hadn't been a long one.

There was no wheelchair to be found anywhere in the room. That was odd. Most days, she used one to move around at home or at school. She supposed the doctors wanted her to stay where she was until they could treat her. 

"I-I'm awake," she called weakly, "Someone come help me, please..." She moved the blankets off the bed to find herself clothed in the same white nightgown she'd worn to sleep on the last night she could remember. Why hadn't they changed her? This [i]was[/i] a hospital, wasn't it...?

She sat up a bit straighter as the door clicked, opening a crack. Then, nothing happened.

She nudged herself toward the edge of the bed, setting her bare feet atop the soft, carpeted floor. Hesitantly, she began to stand - then fell backward onto the bed. The door still hadn't moved again.

"Hello? Someone, help me, please!" she yelled, her voice a bit louder this time. "I can't get up on my own..."