The next day.
Armand Healing Facility.
Marcor stirred slowly, his eyes blinking open to the sight of a white ceiling above him. The soft, rhythmic beeping of a monitoring device filled the quiet room. He tried to sit up, groaning as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his body still aching from the previous battle.
"Finally wake up, huh?"
Marcor turned his head, his vision still slightly blurry, and noticed Garak standing nearby with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
"Ugh! Garak. Your voice is hurting my ear."
"What? Oi! My voice isn't that bad, you know!"
Marcor groaned, rubbing his temples before asking, "Where am I? And how's the mission?"
"We're at the Armand Main Healing Facility in Gaze. And the girl is safe and stable, I heard."
"Huh?" Marcor narrowed his eyes at Garak, his brow furrowing. "I thought I'd be at the Armand Military Hospital."
