Nyri didn't stir or move. Something was poking her with needles, pushing things into her blood. Or what was left of her blood. Poison? Food? Water? Or was she imagining things? Perhaps the sensation was just a bee sting? The girl felt herself drift further away, then she felt a sharp shudder. Zelus was hurt again. Why? Was she imagining all of this? Or perhaps she was drugged? More pain continued to fill her and she then felt her senses go black. Was this what dying was like, she wondered, her head pounding as if it had been run over by several trains. She slipped further and further into the soft blackness that was enshrouding her, seeming to forget her name entirely.<br/><br/><br/>"I'm here Nyri, hang on."<br/><br/>Nyri heard the soft voice filling her ears and she shivered, stirring weakly. The doctors milled about her, speaking in some foreign harsh tongue and she slipped further into the black. "She needs rest and time to recover, but we needed that blood in order to find a cure for everyone. As for staying here, there's an empty bed next to her that you can take. Now, kindly, sit down so that we can treat your wrist, Jedi," the doctor replied, sounding frustrated at Zelus' behaviours. He glanced at his young patient and frowned. "Nurse, get these things from the cabinets," he called, passing the woman a list and setting up an IV for Nyri.