At least you are in a hospital.

You wake to a rhythmical beeping. You are lying in a very plush, and wide, hospital bed.

Seriously, you could fit 3 people in your bed comfortably.

"Oh thank goddess, you're awake." Comes a breathless but familiar voice. There she is again, only this time she is in Nurse scrubs and her many braids all tied in a complicated knot. She looks tired, you realize it's night outside your window.

"How long was I out?" You ask, noticing your heavy left leg that appears swaddled in a cast.

She squeals briefly and sharply but quickly composes herself.

"I apologize for startling you, sir fairy, I am Ella Thornwish, the great-granddaughter of the priestess who summoned one of your fine folk to our lands." (So this has happened before, you think to yourself) "I also apologize if my irreverent prayer angered your people. I am a-" you cut her off.

"You didn't anger or summon me, I was here before you came to the clearing. Uhm." She is staring at you in pure adoration and glee. It's a bit creepy.

"Where are we?" She beams and gives you a bright smile.

"This is the Fawnmoor county Hospital! One of the best in the state! And I really am sorry your leg is broken! I'll totally wheel you around town! If, you want?" She speaks in bursts, like her words are chasing after each other, afraid of any gap between them.

She seems very earnest and sweet, albeit somewhat spasticly.