CHAPTER 49
The piercing light slowly, slowly resolved itself; and in the middle of it was the face of an angel.
Sakiko smiled at him so hard it squeezed tears from her eyes.
“Where…?” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“You’re in the Naval Medical Centre in San Diego and they’ve been looking after you like royalty. You’re their hero. You’ve basically been in a coma for eleven days. Part natural, part deliberate, because they didn’t want you moving while your skin healed. You were like a cooked lobster.”
The room was lined with plastic, like a bubble, and Sakiko wore scrubs and a mask, though she’d pulled it down to speak.
“Still in quarantine?”
“No. The positive-pressure environment is because you were at high risk of infection. They’ll probably be able to end that in another
