Dahlia
Dahlia would wake up, forcing her eyes open to see where she was. It was proven so much more difficult to do such a simple task. Her eyes burned, her feet were sore, her tongue was swollen from dehydration, and her stomach was all knots. The brunette softly complained to herself in little grumbles and glassy eyes. Her head hurt as she tried to process what had happened before she became unconscious. Was she dead now? Was she in Heaven perhaps? No, she couldn't be. If she were, then she wouldn't be feeling like this.
However, there was something... comforting about her surrounding. It was enclosed, just like at home. Dahlia was wrapped tightly in a warm, thick blanket, and there would be a meal waiting for her. That's exactly what supported her. Food. The girl pushed off of the ground with her arms and reached for the apple, struggling to bite into it. She was used to having her fruits smashed, or cut. This only made it all the while difficult for her.
After she polished the juicy red fruit off, she grabbed for the bowl of water. Dahlia slurped loudly, even licking some of the water off of the ground. In a way, it was a disturbing sight, but she knew proper etiquette. If you had been as thirsty as her, I wouldn't be surprised if you drank from a sewer pipe. The girl tossed the bowl aside carelessly, not even noticing the new change of clothes he had left for her.
By now, Dahlia truly believed she was home. That it was all just a horrible nightmare that'll haunt her for a few days. The girl quickly stood up on her feet, only to stumble down once more. She took in a sharp breath and called. "Mamaaah!!" She yelled excitedly, bouncing slightly as she waited. The girl would give her grandmother, or 'mamah', the biggest hug she had in her. The brunette would forever savour her embrace, and do whatever to please her.