A cough tore Maggie awake. She groaned. It was a toss-up which hurt worse, her throat or her ribs from all the damn coughing. The fluorescent lighting and odd background sounds threw her. She sat up as fast as she could, which ended up being a floundering uncoordinated event.
“Hey, easy!”
She turned her head and blinked as a familiar hand gripped her shoulder. Kurt stood at her bedside, the bed being a hospital bed. There was an oxygen mask over her face. She pulled it down.
“Where am I?” she asked. Her voice was little more than a harsh whisper.
“Hohenfels. Don’t you remember leaving Prague after Hubert called us?”
Her last memories of the rental apartment and going to retrieve the car were kind of hazy. “I sort of remember you going to get the car and telling me to stay put. You wer
