Everything was groggy. There was a beeping noise that just wouldn't shut up. She had heard a noise like this before... but what was it called again? Oh yes. Cell phones. Muggle cell phones were always making those beeping noises. Also those boxes that you put food in to make it warm. She had never figured out what those were called exactly, but she knew how to use one. Those could be really annoying if you just left the food in there for awhile. They would beep randomly at you, as if they were nagging over your shoulder intently like some sort wife.
But this noise was different. It wasn't random like a heating box nor did it stop after awhile like a cell phone did. The beating was nearly constant and it was annoying the hell out of her. At least the bed was decently comfortable... so that had to mean it really wasn't her old, beat up mattress she had in her little hiding spot that served as a real room in the underground. Slowly those blue green eyes drifted open, blinking against the sudden harsh, white light that filled her vision.
Just exactly where was she?! She felt dizzy and could only clear her vision after several blinks. There wasn't any pain but she felt like she couldn't move her leg correctly. There was something in her right arm, she could tell that much, but Lina was still rather confused at what was going on. It wasn't until she tried to move her other arm that things started clicking. The events of the previous night. Falling from a rooftop. Breaking her leg. Ced standing over her. Other people yelling. And then there was nothing but darkness. How did she figure this out? She was handcuffed to the hospital bed. Those she had seen before and she had been in a hospital bed a couple of times thanks to her fights with muggles. But this was the first time the two items had been together. The beeping picked up speed as Lina's thoughts turned to Ced. What had happened? What was going on? She grunted and sat up quickly, yanking on her hand to figure out how tight the metal was against her wrist. It was tight enough not to slip but loose enough that if she broke her thumb, she'd be able to get out of it.
Getting out was priority number two though. Lina had to figure out what happened to Ced. She glanced around, noting that she was alone in the room and that the door was shut. In order to figure out what happened to the big guy, she was going to have to figure out who was holding her and what was going on. Really, the red head knew one good way to start getting attention. She took a breath, rocked her head back, and screamed for all she was worth. That should get someone's attention.