Cut to the Quick
"What happened…?" Elora mumbled as she aroused from her unconscious state. "Wait, where am I?"
As Elora hoisted herself up on one elbow to get a better understanding of her surroundings, a sharp pain under her jaw made her gasp loudly.
"My God, what is this?" she cried as she rubbed her tender jaw. "Why am I hurting in such an odd place?"
Then she looked around and realized that she was lying on a bed near the front of the infirmary, a place where she had never expected to be. It was nighttime, and a single lit lantern was placed on her nightstand to illuminate her way once she awoke. The moon's light shone in through the tall windows behind each bed in the line and with it's aid, Elora stood up, making sure she was still decently presentable. Though, unfortunately, her hair was a mess and her nails were chipped.