Crimson drops of blood flowed steadily through the clear tubing, entering Francesca's veins.

Under the scorching white light, her body was drenched with sweat, as though submerged in water. Weakly, she opened her weary eyes and gazed at the face above her. Amid the haze, she thought she saw Julian.

Julian?

Why is he here?

Wasn’t he in Geneva? Didn’t he have to go?

Francesca blinked softly. Her vision gradually sharpened, ...