I opened my eyes to see indirect light on a white ceiling. I had been in enough sick-bays in my life to know that was where I was, I just didn’t know where. Rolling my head to the left didn’t help as the bed I was in was up against a wall with nothing on it. Turning to the right, I saw Mitchell in the next bed over in the recovery room that held at least 20. She was hooked up to a ventilator and heart monitor. I tried to get up, but my head just spun, and I fell back. ...