Although the night went by without incident and Alice's fever eventually came down, the morning was a completely different story. It was as if someone had reanimated a dead corpse. Sputtering and coughing, she woke up suddenly, sucking down air as if she hadn't been breathing for hours. Holding completely still as she looked around, her eyes couldn't tell her much as her vision was blurred from the medication they had been pumping into her while she slept. Alice's muscles were screaming from the burst of movement and her skin pulled against their stitches, fresh blood bubbling up almost immediately. "Where...?" She started to say, her dry throat feeling like it was going to crack. Licking uselessly at her lips, her hands went down to the mattress to hold herself steady as her body felt ready to drop out on her again.