Delta G blinked her eyes open, groaning as she slowly regained consciousness to half-flickering, watery white light, for the second time in as many days. “All this being knocked out can’t be good for a person,” she muttered, as much to test out her senses and voice as to just complain. The light hurt her eyes after they had been closed for so long. The hard surface she was lying on hurt her back. Everything hurt, actually, as all of her began to wake up and started firing signals at her brain. Her entire body ached dully like she had a fever. A certain fog in her brain that gave the light a surreal tinge and made her thoughts syrupy slow added to the feverish haze. A second later blinding itch exploded on her stomach, on her right arm, and behind each knee, completely distracting her from her catalogue of pain.
Delta G reached to scratch, rub, anything to alleviate the itch, without even thinking, only to yelp as restraints bit into her wrists and elbows. Those areas