The one thing Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg was thinking as her eyes opened, only to immediately shut at the assault of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling above her was: 'god, my head hurts'.

It was an incessant, aching throb in her skull; a pounding sensation that Ocean swears she can feel fill her ears like drumbeats. Trying to move her dominant hand up to soothe the ache of her skull, she notices it feels...heavier than usual. Cautious of the light, she reluctantly opens her eyes only to see her wrist in a heavy, plaster cast.

Great. That's just wonderful. Vision blurred and eyes aching with the effort of keeping them open, Ocean pulls herself up in her hospital bed, her one good hand gripping the thin sheets of the hospital bed. She's...alive. She's alive, so everyone else must be too, right?