Waking up in the middle of the night wasn't new, she'd been having problems sleeping through the night since she'd moved out. What was new this time however, was the pain that rippled through her body. The chemical smell of hospital told her that she was still there, gritting her teeth at the pain she focused on slowing her heart rate. The monitor was beeping loudly and she knew from experience that keeping calm kept the nurses away. Shifting to her left, she froze when white-hot agony flared up from her ankle to her thigh. Her ankle was in a cast from what she could feel, the IV felt weird as it shifted with the small flex she gave her hand. 

[i]The pain meds must have worn off. Great. Now the question is: Should I endure this until the morning? Or call for a nurse and get babied? [/i] She never liked being here, it set her on edge and made her skin crawl with the need to move. Gingerly shifting until she could see the edge of her bed, she judged the distance with a frown etched across her features. It wasn't far but with her leg throbbing as it was and her head feeling like lead, she doubted she could stand for more then a second. Leaning back into the middle of her bed, she snuggles into her warm sheets and tries to calm the twitching of her fingers. The monitors beeps filling the silence as Sylvia scans the darkened room, her tense form relaxing slightly.  

She remembered through the fuzziness that a nurse had come in and had led both Aleksandr and a man she didn't know, away and that the latter seemed uncomfortable. She didn't want to be here and with each beep of the machine, she wanted to leave quicker. Laying her head back and allowing her heavy eyes to close, she focuses on ignoring the pain. She probably wasn't going to sleep anyway, the familiar tingle of flight ran along her arms and neck. Releasing a long breath, she begins to count in her mind, switching to Latin when she reaches ten. [@Briza]