The third point of view:
"I think she's coming around,"
Deborah heard whispers and movements as she stirred awake only for a splitting headache to hit her causing her to wince and groan in pain.
"Hey, don't struggle," She heard a coaxing voice while her eyelids fluttered once... twice before adjusting to the light. Finally, the face hovering over her came into view more clearly.
"Who are...?" Deborah tried to ask but her throat was patched.
"Here, have a drink first," Reina handed the glass over to her and helped her sit up so she would be able to drink her water.
When she was done, Reina took the glass from her and placed it on the bedside table.
"What the hell is going on? My head's killing me," Deborah complained, rubbing at her temple as if trying to soothe the pain there.
