(I've been getting pretty busy myself...)

When I finally wake up, the bright room makes my head hurt.  It was too bright for me to be waking up too.  I groan loudly, blinking so that my eyes adjust to the lights quicker.  Once my eyes had adjusted, I glance around the white room.  It's too white!!!  I hate so much white.  If there was colour, it would be great, but white reminds me of the hospital, and I've always hated hospitals, even if my mother was a doctor.  I moan in annoyance.

I then spot Kale, and smile at him warmly, as I slowly sit up.  I wince.  My head still hurts, and I feel really dizzy.  They seriously can't keep rendering me unconscious with all those injections they give.  I hate the feeling of a prick in my neck.