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Tel Aviv Sourasky Medical Center
Talia awakened with a startle. Her head throbbed. She put her hand up and felt a large bandage wrapped around it. She was in a hospital room, but the prospect of why sent a wave of fluttering into her stomach. But then flashes of the assassin’s attack exploded into her mind, and she sat bolt upright.
“Stone!” she said. But before she could reach for the nurse call button, Special Agent Jana Baker walked in. Uncle Bill Tarleton, his hands in his pockets, was just behind her.
“How are you feeling?” Jana asked.
“What happened to Stone? Where’s John?”
Uncle Bill raised his palms to calm her. “He’s going to be fine.”
The sound of his grandfatherly voice eased the tightness in her shoulders, and she sat back.
“He’s in recovery now,” Jana said. “They sa
