Rose was unconscious. She had been for the past few days actually. A heavy bandage was wrapped around her shoulder, covering the wound left by a Minotaur's horn piercing her. Thanks to nectar and ambrosia that she had been fed, the wound had mostly healed but there was still a nasty scar. Rose hadn't stirred or even shown any signs that she would regain consciousness since she arrived. No mumbling in her sleep or tossing or turning or anything that would make anyone think she was anything other than peaceful. Unfortunately, appearances can be deceiving.
She was having a nightmare, and it was a bad one. Since she had lost consciousness 4 days beforehand, the scene of her being run through by the Minotaur had been playing over and over in her mind, a torture worthy of the Fields of Punishment. She relived the pain, the suffering and the fear that she had felt in that moment constantly while she slept. For one reason or another, her body decided that she had had enough. Rose bolted upright in the bed, eyes frantically scanning her surroundings. Her fingers clenched the bedsheets, turning her knuckles white. Once she realized that she wasn't currently in danger, she relaxed, releasing the bedsheets.
Rose then began to recognize where she was. When she had been at Camp the first time, she spent a considerable time in the Infirmary, making it easy to recall. Upon this realization, she swung her feet out of the bed and looked around for her possessions, planning to leave as soon as she possibly could. Believe it or not, she considered her current situation to be a worse nightmare than the one she had just woken up from.