Cecilia was feeling more aware and in control of her body with each passing moment, and while that was comforting, it only raised more questions. She couldn't remember ever feeling this weak in her life. She'd always been an extremely active person, from the time she was a very small child and her parents threw her into activities so she could burn off some of her energy. But she was a nurse, and she knew the symptoms of muscle atrophy all too well. Had never particularly expected to experience it for herself.
She eyed the man with just as much concern as she was shown, but made no move. "No," she answered. I don't even know where 'here' is, she thought. "Did you..." What did she even want to ask? "Do you know what's going on?"