Breakfast Invitation?

Evelina's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. Her head felt light, like cotton, and her limbs ached with that familiar sensation of having been too still for too long. She blinked, trying to focus, but the room still spun a little.

"Ah... I'm alive," she mumbled groggily.

A soft tap at the door broke the silence, followed by Clarissa's unmistakable cheery voice.

"Oh my, you're finally awake!" Clarissa exclaimed, stepping into the room with a tray in hand. The tray held a jug of water, a glass cup, and a small bowl of pills.

Evelina squinted at the sight, still trying to grasp what was happening. "Huh? What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice hoarse as she slowly propped herself up.