Talks and DealsBremen snapped open his eyes and took in a sharp breath. He sat up, and immediately wished he hadn't as a stab of pain bit into his side. He clutched at his ribs and sank back down, gasping.
“You mustn't do that.”
He blinked into focus and saw a nurse leaning over him. She was touching him along his rib cage and her fingers felt cool, reassuring.
“Where the hell am I?”
“You're in our infirmary.”
Bremen twisted his head to stare at the owner of the new voice. She was young, glasses perched on the end of her cute nose, dressed in an ash grey skirt and matching jacket. With auburn hair raked back in a bun, she should have looked sterner than she did, but her face was finely sculptured and exquisitely beautiful. Bremen felt himself drawn to her full, red lips as she spoke.
