The rhythmic beeping of medical monitors and hushed voices filter into my consciousness, gently pulling me from the blissful escape of dream-filled slumber. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy as I fight to pry them open against the harsh glare assaulting me.
"Look who's rejoining the land of the living." Zander's gruff tones reach my ears first. "Was starting to think you'd decided to take up permanent residency in dreamland, lazy bones."
I finally manage to blink my eyes fully open to find the cantankerous older medic standing beside my cot, arms folded over his chest with one bushy eyebrow arched pointedly in my direction. Greg is hovering just behind him, hand rubbing absently at the scruff on his jaw as he watches me with naked relief in his eyes.
"H-How long..." My dry throat makes
