(Daisy's POV)

From the sharp sting in my arm came the first hesitant threads of awareness, pulling me from the unfathomable depths of unconsciousness. My eyelids, weighted as if by lead, lifted sluggishly, revealing a blinding light overhead that made me instinctively attempt to raise my hand to shield my eyes. But as I moved, the tight pull of bandages on my arm stopped me short. My wounds had been tended to.

"Miss, please don't move so recklessly, or you'll tear the stitches," ...