Chapter 17
“You’re finally awake.”
Dylan squinted against the light, trying to make out who was talking. A woman in a nurse’s uniform moved into view. “Who…? Where…?” he managed to get out through parched lips.
“I’m your nurse, Ms. Carter. You’re in our medical facility.”
“Our?” he rasped, followed by, “Water?”
She poured him a glass from a pitcher on the stand beside the bed after helping him sit up. “C21’s,” she replied, handing him the water. “You’ve been here since last night. You lost a fair amount of blood but other than that, you’re in pretty good shape.”
Dylan drank, then looked down at the bandages on his arm and chest. Suddenly everything that happened flooded back. “Mars!”
“You mean Mr. Marsden?” The expression on her face was grave.
“He’s still alive, but barely,” Zavie
