(Serena's POV)
The storm tore the old car apart. I remembered water coming through the broken windows, rocks striking metal, and the car rolling with the mud. Then came the freezing darkness.
A team of doctors from a border relief mission found me while searching for survivors. My first memory was a hand on my feverish forehead and a woman speaking softly in French.
They treated me in a relief tent, then moved me to a small clinic. I woke and slept through weeks of procedures while they tried to separate the storm injuries from the damage BioGen had already done.
Recovery took a year. The drugs from BioGen had damaged one organ after another, so each improvement exposed another problem. I learned to drink without vomiting, stand without fainting, and cross the clinic without help. Some
