She was pulled from her dosed state. She blinked rapidly and sat right on the improvised hospital bed, letting out a frustrated groan and squeezing her eyes with the palms of her hands. A procession of healers walked into the bright room and started to cast a series of spells, checking vitals and taking notes on multiple clipped boards. It was all done in expert silence and with clinical dexterity. She was exhausted. An extended hand placed a pepper-up vial in front of her and she took it, muttering a small thanks without even looking at the person. It had become routine in such a short period of time and yet it felt like ages. The door swung open again with more force this time and she shut her eyes, bracing for the incoming reprimand. He didn’t disappoint as usual.