My eyes shot open, gasping for air and my vision was horribly blurry. I gasped for air as I shot my upper body up, observing the room I was kept in with my memory still very blurry.
All I remembered was sharp being dug into my shoulders and being in a tremendous amount of pain.
I held my head, groaning and gently placing myself back in the bed with the help of someone as I realized I had stood up a bit too quickly. I still tried to register the people who stood in the room with me, and there were quite a lot.
"How are you feeling now, darling?" Arthur asked at the side of my bed, his voice was the most recognizable in the room for some reason.
I slowly turned to him, my eyes barely open, "What happened?" I muttered, "What's the time?" I questioned weakly.
