Mystery patient is very mysterious! No tattoos, no identification that survived the crash, and their phone- which was strapped to her arm for some reason- has for all intents and purposes returned to sand.

She will eventually return to consciousness. This is a mistake, because she feels like she was hit by a truck. This matches up with her last memory being a truck hitting her. Training kicks in before she opens her eyes. Center and ground. Work out from the center. Heartbeat? check. Breathing? check. Everything that's supposed to move still moving and everything that's not supposed to move not moving? Check. Quick breathing exercise. Try and orient location. Open eyes.

Well it's an ultra-nice hospital room, there's a nice slight breeze and thoughtful, stimulating background noise coming from an unseen fan, the AC is turned super-high and lots of space in the room. There are lots of wires and tubes sticking into in like a pincushion, and a onesie of a wonderful-feeling soft material mostly in the back. It's somehow moved almost completely out of the way in front, to fit all the wires and tubes sticking out there.

Reach to start removing wires and tubes... then stop. Orient first.

She's in a hospital room. A nice one. Probably these things are in her for her health and could be bad to remove. Look for signs and information. How much can she feel around without disturbing the pincushion? Probably there's going to be information somewhere she can read.

Well, there's technical and complicated text on the machines around her? Some of them are a bit hard to reach, and she can stand up in the hospital bed to move closer without bumping into the many things plugged into her... but not really move much more than that.

Okay, well whatever she's able to read is probably the most important information for her to have from the hospital's perspective. Maybe look for something closer than the text on the machines first though. Braille, where her hands were on the bed? Maybe a call button? Her deck would be ideal.

Feeling around, very near her hands when lying down in the bed, is indeed a row of big round buttons with braille! Stretching to read them or knowing the meaning of the braille seems quite impossible, though.

What is the point of a button if not to press it? Press the button!

A friendly nurse walks in extremely quickly afterwards. "Are you hungry? Or curious? Or something else? I can grab whatever you need for you."

"Uh, hi! Mostly curious I think?" Well, no. mostly feeling like a pincushion. "...Are we good to unhook me?"

She races her eyes over the machines she's hooked up. "Most of them, actually, and the few you still need can be put on the same cart or lifted by the hoisting machine to let you move around more easily. I'll get that started?" She begins unhooking Education, giving her an extra few seconds to say something before starting to disconnect a lot of the machines. Then she deftly grabs a phone that she taps a few times to get a box on ropes in the the ceiling to hover over the bed, and lowers it before attaching it to the heaviest of the machines that Education is attached to. "You should be safe to stand up and walk around a little I think? I'm ready to catch you if necessary. Or wait actually, you might feel safer if you're worried about falling with that machine ready to grab you?"

Oh, fancy setup. Stormy hasn't ever been in a new hospital. Or ever really a hospital properly as a patient before come to think of it. It's nice, she should steal some ideas for her room. 

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Let's see how I do standing." She'll anchor three points as she gets up and takes a few steps- one foot on the ground, one hand on the bed, other hand on whatever is convenient to grab. Probably that hoisting machine box. Then yolo and... 

Well, she's a little shaky but not that bad for being hit by a truck. Sore, sure, but everything seems to be in working order. She'll take a few steps and look for her deck. "Oh, did my deck make it?"

"If that's the electronic device then no, it was smushed to dust. You'll have to get a new one."

"Well, fuck. Thanks..." She realized she never got the nice nurse's name, "I'm Education Storm, by the way. It's nice to meet you." 

Flags, she's going to look for the nurse's flags and get her name.

The nurse is named Mona. There's even pretty calligraphy above her plainly-written nametag on the uniform itself! She just smiles at Education.

That... is an odd name. It must be in a language Stormy doesn't speak. She's not going to try to avoid messing it up.

"So, uh, next steps?"

"I mean, you recover completely? You came to fairly fast already, and we can check you out early and send you to recover at home, but we're still going to want to keep you here for at least a day or two before your discharge."

Stormy nods, that's reasonable.

"I can take a day or two, that's fine. I should check another deck out from Stores while we wait then." Something is wrong there, niggling at the back of her mind. She can't pin it down though. Instead, she's reminded of her biological needs all being overdue at once. "I should probably get some food in me and shower." 

"What will you be having? There's a wonderful barbeque place I know of, and I hope you'll love as much as me. And phones..." she lets Education take a closer look at hers. "I can you find you a model that's as similar as possible, without being too expensive? I can put it on your tab, you don't have to settle cash."

Phones? That doesn't sound right. Something,

Expensive? Tab? Cash? Stormy's blood runs cold. No one's used money since the war. Not even her abusive parents used money. Suddenly this nice hospital takes a sinister overtone. She needs a plan.

"Thanks. I don't have any, uh, 'cash'? on me. So really just whatever gets me on the net is enough." There's no way they'll be dumb enough to let her on the net. It might stall them enough for her to escape and... find the military or something.

"Yeah, I'm aware you don't have cash on you, that's gone extinct. I meant that you could pay for the phone at the same time as your treatment here and not have to pay separately. If you just need to get on the net... for how long? I can lend you one of our spare phones if you just need it temporarily."

"Uh, an hour or two would probably be enough?" More than enough. Either she'll be able to get in touch with someone or she won't long before that. 

"Yes, I'll get it come and come back with it. It isn't even a long walk to get it." Mona comes back with a scratched up old phone and an open web browser, handing it to Education. She looks at her in resignation and annoyance.

"Oh, thanks." Why is Mona annoyed? Oh, right. She's part of some weird... something. That Stormy ought to figure out. By looking at this 'phone' thing. Welp, time to go find her people on the net.

The net is completely unrecognizable and nothing of the world she knew exists anywhere on it!

Well, duh. Of course there would be a fake net. Something about that thought felt wrong. She'll file that away for later. For now, next step in escaping a hostile simulation? Figure out where I really am.

"Oh, sorry. I hyperfocused there. Would it be too much to ask to see the stars?" Stormy is vaguely aware of how to navigate by the stars. That should at least let her know which hemisphere she's in.