This makes no sense but perhaps instead of attempting to puzzle out her surroundings any further she will instead lose consciousness.

When she wakes up things are just kind of... okay, now.  Maybe even nice.

Well, that's a promising development!

She's in a room with daylight streaming lightly in through woven blinds.  This bed is the most comfortable she's ever been in.  There's some light music which isn't like any she's ever heard, including that other time with the music like none she's ever heard.  ...Her skin is kind of sore, all over and not just in one spot.  But not really that bad, all in all.

But what does the blanket feel like? 

It's extremely soft.

This is the greatest object ever. Lucette folds over on top of it so she can press her face directly into the soft.

This hurts her skin, which aches all over, just a little bit.

There's a woman with the same sort of strange face as the man from earlier sitting in a chair several feet away from Lucette's bed.  She looks up from an object in her hand and smiles comfortingly.  "Hello, Lulu.  How are you feeling?"

"Soft?"

"...soft and confused."

"It seems like you went through quite an ordeal!  But you're safe now."

"Where is this?"

"You're in the hospital.  You're pretty, now."

"Oh.... thank you?"

"I'm still confused."

"Come over to the mirror and take a look, why don't you?"

"Oh, that doesn't look like me."

The woman laughs congenially.  "It does now, dear."

Lucette stretches her face muscles while watching closely.

"I suppose it does."

"Why?"

"You were heavily injured, and the doctors thought it best to just go ahead with your operation.  Do you like it?"

"I don't really understand. What operation?"

"...You've really been through a hard time, haven't you.  Would you like something to eat?"  The woman flicks her wrist and a cart glides over, topped up with a selection of extremely strange fruits and vaguely recognizeable baked goods and things she can't identify at all.

She starts on the snacks which she can't identify at all but look like they were produced in batches.