Niccolo
When I wake up, I take a deep, gasping breath of air, like I was underwater.
I look around.
I half-expect to be in prison again. Or worse, the sewers.
Wouldn't be the first time a beautiful dream was marred by reality.
But I know where I am. I drafted this place. I didn't get it to see it, but I had this built. Drafted the plans.
A medbay. A mini hospital under the house, just in case.
"Oh thank God!" I smile at her, My heart as she stares down at me, her hand on my face.
"I was so worried. I thought...it doesn't matter. I'm glad you're okay."
I don't know that I am.
Something about dying screws up the body. I can't breathe. I'm hurting all over. I figured this would happen.
In fact...I didn't know if I would make it. But if I did, this was the least of my worries. Adren
