Marco POV
When I finally open my eyes, the first thing I feel is cool air rushing into my nostrils. My lungs expand like I’ve been drowning and have just broken through the surface. My body aches, every muscle feels stiff, but I’m alive.
I blink against the bright overhead light and turn my head. The room comes into focus, familiar walls, and the faint scent of herbs and sweat.
Viktoria's face comes into focus.
She’s standing at the edge of the bed, her eyes on me, a cool expression on her face. At first, I wonder if I’m dreaming. The last thing I remember is talking with Elon in my office. I remember been assaulted by blinding pain, and then Viktoria’s voice coming to me somewhere in the dark.
“Viktoria?” I whisper, hoarsely.
She startles, looks away, as if the sound of my voice
