Healing Tower…
13th Floor…
The observation room on the thirteenth floor was quiet.
Emma Rock opened her eyes slowly.
The ceiling was white. Clean. Familiar— she had stared at it enough times to know every hairline crack in the plaster. The light through the window was afternoon light, golden and low, which meant she had been unconscious longer than she thought.
Peak Master Natasha sat beside the bed, hands folded in her lap, wearing the warmth expression.
"How do you feel?" Natasha asked.
Emma tested her fingers. Her arms. The familiar dull ache in her chest that never fully went away. She nodded slowly.
"Better than last time, right?" Natasha said. She tilted her head toward the digital clock on the wall. "You recovered three days faster than your previous fall."
