Melrose's POV:
After what felt like an eternity of anxiety, Helga carefully stitched my leg back together. Her precise movements offered a glimmer of hope amidst my pain, followed by the potent cocktail of medications she administered, which left me pleasantly drowsy as the pain dulled to a distant throb.
"Do you want to leave Kobra? This room isn't good," Caine asked, his eyes returning to their usual honey-brown hue. He had come back a little while ago, his face still shrouded by Ahknoxi's poison, and had stationed himself as my silent guardian at the door, refusing to leave. A wave of relief washed over me that Helga wasn't here to witness it; she had rushed off right after stitching me up, diving back into her flurry of responsibilities. I promised her I’d return to work bright and
