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Peter
I wake up with a sense of well-being that belies the pulling discomfort at my side. Soft hands are stroking my hair, and a sweet voice is crooning a soothing melody, making me feel warm and relaxed.
Opening my eyes, I meet Sara’s startled gaze. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, holding a comb that she must’ve been about to use on me.
“You’re awake.” Her face lights up as she jumps to her feet and leans over me, leaving the comb on the bedside table. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” My voice comes out raspy, like I haven’t used it for a while. My mouth is dry too, as is my throat. Moistening my cracked lips, I ask hoarsely, “What happened? Where are we?”
Beaming, Sara reaches for a glass of water sitting next to the bed. “The clinic in Switzerland. The Ivanov twins got us ou
