Nessa~
Four Days After the Warehouse Rescue
I woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows.
Not the hospital. Not the cold, sterile room with its beeping machines and antiseptic smell.
This was... somewhere else.
I tried to sit up and my body protested immediately—a symphony of aches and pains that reminded me exactly why I'd been unconscious for four days. The gunshot wound in my shoulder throbbed. The puncture in my foot sent sharp spikes up my leg. My ribs felt like someone had used them as a xylophone.
"Easy." A voice came from somewhere to my left. "Dr. Reeves said you'd try to move the moment you woke up. She also said you'd regret it."
I turned my head—slowly, because apparently my neck had also decided to join the pain party—and found Maddox sitting in a chair by the window, laptop open, looking like he'd been there for hours.
"Where am I?" My voice came out rough, scratchy from disuse.
