Kvothe took a few deep breaths and his head cleared a little as he realized that the voices didn't sound familiar. Not Cinder. Not the doctor either as far as he could tell. He opened his eyes, looking confused and disoriented as he carefully propped himself up on the elbow of his uninjured arm. This wasn't where he'd been. No, wait, yes it was. Before Cinder. When she'd...he cringed away from that thought and focused on the girls standing on either side of him. "Who are you?" His voice was a little rough, from screaming, from trying not to scream, and his jaw aches from being clenched so tightly. He kept his mangled hand protectively close to his chest.