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Corva woke feeling the effects of blood loss and magical exhaustion.
What had she... why was her magic so low? What had happened to her?
Before opening her eyes, she took stock of herself. Blood loss and magical exhaustion, check. Her magic wasn't counteracting the blood loss, meaning... yes, there it was. Meaning there was a bigger problem her magic focused on first.
She'd been stabbed, and very thoroughly, too. Her magic was already patching the ruptured organs and preventing sepsis, but with the low levels, that was all she was capable of at the moment.
Okay, now for the rest of her self assessment...
She was wearing far fewer clothes than she would like to be, was the next thing she realized. Instead of the clothing she preferred, which covered as much skin as possible, she was instead wearing some shapeless... gown. Like a hospital....
Oh no. No, no no no, she had to get out of here. She couldn't be in a hospital, no matter where it was. If this was there, they would send her right back to where she'd escaped from. If it was anywhere else, they would find a different lab to stick her in just as soon as they realized how strange she was compared to any sort of baseline.
Did she have enough magic to escape, though?
A couple people in scrubs were looking over some paperwork
"Is there anything we can fill in now, make everyone's lives easier?"
"Well she's obviously a witch I mean look at her tattoos."
"Really? They don't look like any magical symbol I've seen."
"Well me either but I don't know every symbol in existence Tasha."
"Touche. Where'd the new girl go?"
"Don't know, don't care. Bish got shoved out because it was looking like she might attack the patient."
"Yeah that's fair....Any idea why the cops are here?"
".....Did you not see the big shadow step into the center of the hospital?!"
".....I was on lunch..."
