As I slowly regained consciousness, the pain in my back surged, a sharp reminder of the battle I had endured. Blinking away the haze of sleep, I found myself lying in a familiar bed, the scent of wood and herbs filling the air.
Gingerly, I sat up, wincing as the pain flared anew. Glancing around the room, I realized with a start that I was in my grandmother's house, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of home.
"I must be in Grandma's house," I murmured to myself, my voice hoarse with disuse. Pushing aside the covers, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly rose to my feet, steadying myself against the wave of dizziness that washed over me.
Making my way downstairs, I found the living room bathed in warm sunlight, the sound of voices drifting from the kitchen. With a sense of trepidation, I entered the room, my eyes falling upon the figures seated at the table.
