A few days later.
Fog covered the mountain peaks. Inside the old wooden cabin, a portable medical machine hummed softly. Andreas lay on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages and recovery electrodes.
“Andreas,” Tania whispered softly.
Tania sat right on the chair near the window, her eyes fixed on the captain. She hadn't slept for two days.
Yasmin entered, carrying medicine and water. Her face was tired but looked fairly calm. “His blood pressure is stable, but his nervous system is still adapting. If he regains consciousness, he could have seizures due to residual Promotheus impulses,” she explained.
Tania nodded without looking at her. “He's very strong. He'll definitely wake up,” she said with certainty.
Yasmin looked at her for a moment, then checked Andreas' chest wound again. He
