Fluttershy opened her eyes, and was greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling. Her body felt oddly sore, like after intense physical strain, and her throat was dry. She was on her back, and her wings were slightly uncomfortable in that position, but not too much so. She could have sat up, but she was fairly certain it would have hurt more than it was worth. She did hope she could have some water soon, though.
She was a bit cold, despite the cover on top of her, yet she felt like she'd been sweating. Her head didn't properly hurt, but it still didn't feel right. Like she was still half asleep, or maybe in pain, distracted by something. She was smart enough to recognise what it was like to have a fever, though that didn't mean she could do much about it, nor make herself more lucid. She did recognise she was in a hospital bed while looking around, though she wasn't capable of giving the knowledge of the fact the worry it deserved.
She laid her head on the pillow, sighing. There wasn't really much she could do, besides lying there and waiting. She didn't feel like getting up with how her limbs and body felt, and she knew it wasn't a good idea to do so in her conditions anyway. The best thing to do was to wait for someone else to arrive and tell her what exactly was going on with her. She vaguely remembered something that had happened before she'd ended up there, but it was all a blur and she couldn't quite place down when she'd passed out, or what had happened around that point.
She tried to swallow, achieving only a moderate success. Her eyes felt heavy. She wondered if she would fall asleep by closing them again.