The last thing Janelle remembered was the fall.  Fire. Howling winds. The searing pain beneath her feathers and the scent of burning flesh. What..  Janelle's eyes shot open, a move she immediately regretted when light stabbed her retinas, too bright and too much at once. The heroine hissed quietly, letting her eyes fall closed again as she tried to process where she was- whatever she was laying on was soft, and something was covering her.. a blanket. based on the sterile light, and the fact Janelle most certainly did not own a bed this stiff, she concluded she was in a hospital. Great, the hard part was done.  She quickly discovered moving was a mistake. An aching burn stabbed her shoulders, spreading to her back and sides like a house on fire.