Sinai Hospital, Late Night Sunday after midnight, Alice & Colt
Alice woke up alone, in a hospital room with only the small light behind her bed on the wall on and dimly lit. Her hands all the way up to her elbows on both arms were wrapped up in casts of gauze. There were random patches of gauze throughout parts of her torso - her left outside of her upper arm, her right shoulder blade, the right side of her neck by the back of her jaw, a spot on the left side of her rib cage and a spot on her sternum. The one on her shoulder blade had been a third degree burn, some of the ones on her hand were second degree but other than the most of them had ben first degree, luckily. There were all kinds of burn lotions and balms lathered all over them before they were covered and no doubt in a few hours the nurses were going to come and redo all of the bandages so they could clean her wounds. She also had a gnarly bruise on her neck from the kick to the windpipe and various cuts, bumps and bruises from the fight as well.
She hated hospital gowns. Worse than hospital gowns she hated the heart monitors which they'd had to attached under her gown to her chest since they couldn't put it on her finger. More than any of that and more than the dull pain she was still feeling and, oh the feeling that she was still on fire, she hated that she'd woken up here alone. The last thing she wanted after failing a mission - she considered if failed because the arsonist had died - was knowing that regardless, at the end of the day, she was still alone, as always.