The room is dark, Maisy can't hear a slight steady beep so she figures that she is not in a hospital. The crash comes back in fragments and pieces as she tries to think about it. All she can remember is how she felt when she was going to hit the three, and the numbness of after. As she slowly sits up, her vision blurs slightly. It was as if she was seeing two of everything. She hated the fact that she felt so weak, and that she couldn't remember what had happened after.
Maisy looked down at her clothes, she expected to see blood soaked or at least torn apart garments. To her surprise, she saw the opposite. She was in an oversized T-shirt that smelt like cologne. She had on the same underwear, and the same anti-chafing garments. Everything looked exactly in the same place, there was even a little blood and dirt on her under garments. Whoever cleaned her up at least had respect enough to not undress her. She mentally thanked whomever it was.
Trying to stand up, she noticed that the whole room smelt familiar. As she then stood up, her vision darkened for a moment. this was because of her being light headed from not standing up or using her muscles for awhile. The question was, how long exactly was awhile? When Maisy's vision returned, she stretched out a little and kicked her legs lightly to get the blood flowing back in them. She then headed over to the nearest window. The curtains were a dark red, they felt like satin. She opened them up and expected light to flow in. However, there was a very minimal amount. She looked around and noticed a lot of trees, she was in a forest! The scenery was gorgeous, it was the most beautiful time of the year. Her time gazing was cut short by a soft creak that let out, she turned around and saw a tall figure. Her eyes had yet to adjust extremely well, so whenever they did she was taken aback by shock.
It was Clarke.