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St Barts Hospital, London, England. 6.18am
The light was dazzling, even through her closed eyelids so Morgan kept them closed, squeezing them tight against the day. Her head was pounding and she could feel a throbbing in her hand where the knife had pierced. Her chest was tight and constricted and the older wound in her side was a deep ache. Over it all, she could feel the soporific haze of painkilling drugs, but underneath her body still thrummed with hurt.
Still with her eyes closed, she reached her right hand over to her left and felt the bandages. Pressing a little, Morgan winced with the pain even as she wiggled her fingertips. They moved, so at least the attack hadn’t done any major damage.
“How are you feeling?” a voice asked.
Morgan opened her eyes a fraction and saw ARKANE
