A strong weight of doubt lanced Cassy's shoulders. As her lips parted, ready to relay the information to Jinx, the door to the female ward swung open.
Two men in military uniforms stepped inside, followed by a woman in a fitted dark-blue medical coat. The older man wore a captain's insignia on his right shoulder, his face shaved clean of any hair.
The younger one, who held a black tablet against his chest, had a slight beard, thin like an arrow.
The doctor had a tired look, her hair tied back, almost as if she wanted to tear it apart.
"You're awake." The calm voice flew and joined the antiseptic smell as she moved toward the bed. "Good."
Jinx turned her head slightly toward them and immediately regretted it when pain stabbed her eyes.
With confusion filling them, she turned toward Cassy. "Who are they?"
