The pain

You move to sit up and gasp, clutching your side. "Yes, the rest, remember?" the woman says, her thin lips forming a near-imperceptible smirk. You wince, running your fingers over your ribs, all remnants of fatigue gone. "Do try to remember whom you are addressing, please", you snap hoarsely, more harshly than you had intended. The pain is arresting. "How long have I been asleep?"