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[Empiricist]

Cyrielle slowly gets up, trying not too move too quickly. _{"Where am I?"}

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Hell if I know. Abraxas told me to meet you in this hospital."

[Empiricist]

Cyrielle looks around, meticulously scanning for any possible clues to her location.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Well...there are several NHS guideline posters, implying she's in an English hospital. Probably one close enough for Richard to go through without using the TV World. Judging from his unfamiliarity with it, probably one that isn't that close to Cambridge.

[Empiricist]

Cyrielle cautiously sits up and examines herself. What was she wearing? Did she still have her bracelet and other relevant equipment?

[IamanElfCollaborator]

She is wearing a hospital gown. Her equipment and bracelet is packed in plastic on the table next to her bed, along with a change of clothes.

[Empiricist]

"How long has it been?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"About six hours."

[Empiricist]

"Okay, thanks, so which ward am I currently in?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I think you're just in a general ward or something. You'll be discharged soon, Abraxas said."

[Empiricist]

"Understood, you have my thanks for coming all the way over here."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"No problem.

How do you feel?"

[Empiricist]

((How does she feel?))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Fine, if a bit heavier.))

[Empiricist]

((How heavier?))
"Well, for starters, I don't feel as if I'm dying so that is certainly an improvement..."