Two months after Charlotte had been admitted to the pack hospital, she finally awoke in the hospital bed.
On a bright Monday morning, Charlotte opened her eyes, staring around and wondering where she was. She noticed her left hand connected to a drip stand. The hospital room was painted white, with white curtains framing the large windows.
Charlotte's head ached, and she tried to sit up in the bed. She saw that she was wearing a white hospital gown, not the blue prison gown she had been wearing as far back as she could remember.
"Where am I?" Charlotte wondered, pondering whether she had transitioned to heaven. Just then, the hospital door pushed open, and a female nurse wearing a white uniform entered the room and walked over to her bed.
"Good morning, Luna Charlotte," the young nurse
