[audio/location: Sanctuary for all infirmary] Waking up is hard to do
It was the annoying sound of medical equipment that started to seep louder in to Gwen's ears as the seconds passed. You know the sound. The beeps of screens watching heart rates, maybe the sounds of the IV kicking on again as medication was sent out along the line, or the sounds of the oxygen tank working in the background. Sounds that were commonly associated with being in a stuffy building and being woken every few minutes by staff. Except.. the red head couldn't remember being woken once. Well she honestly couldn't remember anything over however long she had been asleep. That in its self felt like ages.
With a groan the woman raised her lifted her left hand to rub at tired eyes. Everything felt stiff and sore- she could have sworn that either she had drunk to much or else she had been in one heck of a barfight. "Mmm... Jay? Drew? Where th' gorram is everyone?" she managed to choke out before swallowing hard. "We meet th' contact?" She'll get to the whole realizing where she is in a minute or two.
With a groan the woman raised her lifted her left hand to rub at tired eyes. Everything felt stiff and sore- she could have sworn that either she had drunk to much or else she had been in one heck of a barfight. "Mmm... Jay? Drew? Where th' gorram is everyone?" she managed to choke out before swallowing hard. "We meet th' contact?" She'll get to the whole realizing where she is in a minute or two.