Breathe in. Ow. Breathe out. Ow. Repeat ad nauseam. It was all Aila could really do in her immobilized state. She couldn't sit up, she couldn't move her arm, she couldn't even keep her eyes open for most of the time. Focusing on anything more complex than her breathing or the slow sound of her heartbeat proved too much effort on more occasions than not, and so she occupied her waking hours by staring at the wall opposite her, her only real entertainment the occasional coo from the gold and white Pidgeotto perched on the bedpost near her head.

Save for those hushed, reassuring coos, though, it was so quiet. Surely she hadn't been the only person injured on that raid? They had been in a volcano, after all, and she vaguely remembered some kind of battle...

Ow. Laying perfectly still was quite possibly the most difficult thing Aila had ever been told to do in all her life.