Awareness came slowly.

Soreness drifted to the surface first- a dull throbbing that beat a rhythm with the thrum of her pulse, and everything else came with the soreness of a very long, very unrestful nap, a hyper awareness of the weight and stiffness of one's limbs. The last realization to hit was the company- before Anna's eyes even opened, as she took deep, shaky breaths to collect.... What, she wasn't quite sure, because after these key moments, the realizations simply stopped coming.

It wasn't that there wasn't more to grasp for- the certainty that there was teased at the edge of her mind, only to become insubstantial the moment she tried to focus on the thought, and the whining chatter that filled the room. She couldn't really focus on that, either, as she slowly came to consciousness- but she could catch the tone, and that alone was concerning enough that she forced herself to blink to life, grimacing at the bright, stark white of the room.

Still dizzy and unfocused, the gist of the conversation eluded her- but the boy she blinked up at was clearly distressed, and yet.... As she pushed herself up to sit, frowning at the light green hospital gown, she found she.... Couldn't quite remember who he was. The details, she understood well enough- this was obviously a hospital room, and obviously she had suffered.... Some sort of accident, otherwise she wouldn't be there, but blinking around the room, she slowly realized.... She had no clue who this boy was, or the older man who hovered over him as well, or how she got there.

The realization was followed by a wave of sudden panic as she tried to remember much of anything- Anna, that stuck with her, but most everything else was fussy, darting just out of reach whenever she tried to think on it...

A welcome distraction came with the next realization- the boy was blaming himself. Gingerly, Anna's hand raised to her bandaged head, grimacing with the sudden increase in throbbing that came with the light touch- she was suddenly certain of one thing, though. If he was there, clearly distressed and taking blame, it couldn't possibly be his fault. It had to have been an accident- no one who intentionally set out to put you in the hospital would be there, fretting over you until you woke up, taking the blame...

Catching sight of a teddy bear on the table at her bedside, Anna reached for it, promptly bopping the boy's head with it, but making no move to actually remove her hand- or the bear- once it was actually on his head, simply letting the touch linger until he decided to shrug it off. Scary-looking or not, memory of who he was or no, he clearly cared. "There," Anna croaked, surprised momentarily at the hoarseness of her own voice, but still patting the boy's head via plushie, "Now we're even?"