I opened my eyes. Everything was spinning and blinding.
"Tes?"
I winced in pain. There was not an inch of my body that was not aching.
"Don't try to move. Some of your organs are badly damaged and need more time to recuperate," Nadia explained, keeping me still.
Looking around, I realized that I was at home, lying still under a blanket, feeling cramped. Had we run out of oxygen?
"Here, I've changed the water and the towel," said a woman with green eyes. That's... Scipio's wife?
"Thanks, Izara," Nadia took the basin filled with water from the woman. She wiped my sweaty forehead with a dry towel before wiping me with a soaked one.
Click. Clack.
The noise came from the center of the room, where Scipio was tinkering with guns, not wearing a mask. Confused, I squinted and asked, "What are you doing?"
I remembered him coming to our rescue. But why was his wife here, and what was Scipio doing with the guns?
