Ray opened his eyes, and groaned. His body was aching all over, but he felt much better than he did last night. Looking down, he saw white bandages had been wrapped around his ripped chest. There were more around his left arm, and legs, even his head. Who—

“You’re awake.”

That soft voice interrupted the mental question, and he saw a brunette woman, a handful of years older than he was, standing at the doorway with a tray. On it, there were two sandwiches, and a glass of water. Her face was somewhat familiar.

The woman brought the tray to the table next to Ray’s bed, walked to the corner where two chairs near the desk, and took one. She brought it to the side of the bed, and sat there. Without warning, she placed her palm on Ray’s forehead, and his reflex ki...

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