After the spell had been woven, Kayla had gone from a state of near-coma into normal sleep, and stayed there for the better part of twenty-four hours. When she awoke, however, she felt fantastic. And a little odd.

She kind of craved a cigarette. And cigarettes was gross. While she knew there was a good reason she was in bed, she also felt like she was wasting time. She had work to do. Hana probably needed help in the kitchen. Brianna probably felt all sorts of neglected with what had happened.

She also wanted sugary foods. And to catch up with Game of Thrones, but to be fair, she probably would have felt that way anyway. Actually, all of her feelings and cravings felt a bit like a patchwork at the moment, but- she felt alive. Actually alive.

The Doctor had told her they were going to keep her there overnight for observation purposes, but otherwise, everything seemed physically much improved. The euphoria of being free from .... whatever exactly had happened to her- they hadn't really told her yet tempered slightly when she looked in a mirror.

The colour had returned, but it was apparent she'd lost weight- and she wasn't exactly someone who had a lot of weight to lose. It would take a lot of exercise and hard eating to get that back, with her metabolism. Maybe they could deliver her three extra-large pizzas and a cheesecake right here in the hospital bed.

She certainly felt hungry enough.

But most of all, happy to be alive. Impatient at having to stay an extra night, but ready to bound out at the very shortest moment she could.