The night was heavy. When we finally left the cruise, it was already morning. By the time we reached a safe place, I had lost too much blood. The last memory before closing my eyes was seeing Drake for two seconds. His figure was blurry, but I knew he was there.

When I regained consciousness, twenty-eight hours had passed. The smell of antiseptic filled my senses as I slowly opened my eyes. White walls. Plenty of machines were surrounding my body. I glanced out of the window and blinked a few ...