She fought through the fog of sleep, then wished she hadn’t.
Her body screamed with pain.
She tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but handcuffs tied her hands to the bedrails.
Smells of disinfectant and the whirr of machinery oriented her.
This was a hospital.
But why was she here, and handcuffed?
For that matter, who was she?
A man unfolded his bulk from a chair near the door.
“Good. You’re awake. And under arrest.”
A thousand questions tumbled through her brain but she couldn’t get them out.
Then images flooded in.
An explosion. Screams of people dying.