*Three months after the bunker collapse*
I opened my eyes to white ceiling tiles and the steady beep of medical equipment. The taste in my mouth was metallic, wrong, like I had been breathing through copper pipes.
"She is awake," a voice said. Female, unfamiliar.
I tried to sit up and discovered my body would not obey. Tubes ran from my arms to machines I could not see. My throat felt raw, unused.
"Where..." The word came out as barely a whisper.
A woman in medical scrubs appeared in my peripheral vision. Asian, middle-aged, with kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"You are in a private medical facility in Switzerland," she said gently. "My name is Dr. Chen. You have been in an induced coma for twelve weeks."
"The explosion..."
"You survived. Barely." Dr. Chen checked readings on
