You killed a man... Someone or something kept whispering it to her between the bubbles of her suffocating, Emea self. For the last few days she had been spiking fevers, her temperature elevated at times when the dreams were at their worst. Whatever unconscious state she was in, it was not restful. The nurses had tried everything to rouse her. Alas, it has been to no avail. The woman simply there there in her turbulent mind, wasting away. They could give her fluids as as much support as possible, but until she was tried and spared of whatever fate a felon would have, she was given minimal treatment.
Her eyes opened wide and she jolted forward into a sitting position, gasping for air. This time, her drowning nightmare had ended and managed to wake her up. Panicked, her heart raced as she fought to gain control of her emotions and physical features. Her skin prickled with sensation as her body began to register everything once more. The deep sleep she had been in left everything sore and unused. She curled her head down into her knees, shaking uncontrollably as the memory of her magic use came flooding back to her. The feel of the Ether had been so strong she could have tasted it. Where had it come from, and why was she suffering so if she had felt such power? Still shaking, she managed to rotate her head in hopes of figuring out where she was. Through the dark, unwashed strands of her hair, she saw white walls with little on them. They were lit by rays of sunlight that seemed to be coming from a window somewhere behind her. The walls were tile, easy to clean. There was a tall table with instruments and liquids in bottles. The other side had nothing except for a chair she anticipated had gone empty since she had been admitted. There was no one in this city that would wait for her to wake up.
Once more she attempted to sit up, but this time she wanted to do it with her legs over the bed. Her left arm and leg reacted, but her right arm and leg met resistance. Moving the covers, she found both were cuffed to the frame of the bed in some fashion. Great. Whatever she had done to those men not only landed her in the hospital, but it had landed her in a giant pot of trouble.
Wait. Did someone see? That had to be the explanation! Only a witness would have meant that she ended up here. Some 'good samaritan' had brought her here for healthcare. They must have seen the bodies, or the men that had been left alive told on her. She flopped back on the bed, groaning. Her clothes were missing, substitute for some crappy hospital gown, and she was chained to the bed. What else could possible go wrong this trial?
"Is someone there? I could use a little help in here? Or maybe even a drink? I'm a bit thirsty!" It was about time someone recognized that she was up and about. A portly woman dressed in dark blue came scurrying into the room, her curve blending into one another as if she were a ball. It reminded Tirta of a fat mouse, as she seemed to squeak her words.
"Oh! You're awake dearie! We were beginning to wonder if you would ever come back to us. Mister Ynush will be happy to hear that you are up and about. Let me get you that drink, you just lay right there." Just as quickly she has come, the nurse scurried away to find a cup of water and this 'Mister Ynush' to give a report.