She was in a hospital room, there was no mistaking it. On an upper story by the look of it, though there were bars over the window. There was machinery on one of her legs, beeping quietly to her heartbeat. Thick straps wrapped around her torso, holding her wings against her body, and more straps held both her hindlegs down to the bed. She also noticed something else, something that instantly horrified her—the dye had been washed out of her coat. She was bright yellow again, and the little crop of mane hanging in front of one of her eyes was blue.