Blue rode waves of pain back to consciousness, biting her lips to keep from shrieking as her stomach turned over and over. She still felt groggy, heavy, and altogether sick. The scent of meat and blood greeted her nose, and she spied a haunch of...something within reach, as well as a bucket of water, but for the first time, the smell of blood made her want to retch.

She discovered shackles still binding her wrists and ankles, the medical gown still covering her, mostly. Far too weak to attempt rising, she discovered it was a moot point anyway, since there was only enough room for her to roll over each way, but not regain her full height.

Taking advantage of that small mercy, Blue rolled to one side and huddled as best as she could, fighting back the nausea and praying for death--or help--to come swiftly.