Awareness came slowly. It was likely that Cecilia drifted in and out of consciousness in the early minutes, having to fight hard to stay awake. Her head was pounding. Her neck throbbed. Hell, everything hurt. She felt like a wet, walking bruise. And she was dully aware of the fact that she was wet and freezing.
It took a lot of rapid blinking to understand she could see, but her eyes were covered. The room was bright, but all she could see was the fabric over her eyes.
She was terribly uncomfortable, and she started to shift, only to find that to be impossible. There was a light clinking of metal. Frowning, Cecilia tried to pull at the cuffs. Then she slowly started to remember what happened.
She was too out of it to truly panic yet. Vaguely, she decided she was going to have to kill Simms. But first she had to get up.