A few days after the Kiln fire. (TW Depressive thoughts)
Ziska had little memory of what had gone on once she passed out, she knew there had been pain, shouting, questions asked and her pockets rummaged through to find out who she was. She had been rushed to the closest hospital and sent off to surgery to fix the internal injuries and set bones back into place. It took two days for her to even be aware that she was in a hospital but the pain meds had her sleeping more than she was awake, when she did awake, she panicked and cried out until they had to sedate her all over again.
The confusion from the events whirled in her head through the fog of smoke that was in her head.
When she woke up again, her eyes scanned her body briefly. A crisp white and blue blanket pulled up over her, a brace on her right write and banged in varied spots. Up her nose, undignifiedly, there was a tube running down her nose to give her nutrition while she was asleep. All in all, it didn't look too bad but what was confusing was the white restraints around her wrists that kept her from moving her hands too much. Ziska only tugged at them once before not even trying again. She saw the nurse call light beside her fingers but didn't touch it and instead just looked around the room.
It felt bare and clean and there was a single window where she could look out and see the sun was trickling through the window and onto the floor. That's where her eyes stayed now, even as nurses filed in to check on her and to call the officers that were to be informed when she was actually awake and more coherent. Though, she'd debate on what coherent meant honestly. She just slipped into silence, mentally going over everything as she felt like her life was over. She was probably going to jail or prison. Her job was probably gone once things came to light and she was probably going to be sued until she was living in a box and then she'd have to surrender Nitro. That idea alone hurt horribly as that bird was the only creature that seemed to understand her and that brought on a new wave of sadness that sent her silently crying again. When there was a knock at the door, the woman didn't answer it, just looking out the window as her breaths became a bit shaky and ragged.