You coughed as you sat up slowly, groaning in pain as you held your head.

"ugh... Wh-Where am I...?" You mumbled.

"You were poisoned." A familiar voice piped up. You turned your head immediately, your eyes widening in shock. Ezra, the man who practically wanted you dead, was mending to your sickened state.

"The people who threw that party for you, they poisoned the beverages." He began, standing to lay you back on the bed.

"It's best if you rest." He spoke softly.