Rexan jerked awake, her body engulfed in pain. Her skin was peeled and raw, revealing patches of bone beneath. She groaned as agony rippled through her, her burnt throat rasping with every breath.
"Easy... easy..." a soft voice urged.
Rexan blinked, her vision focusing on the figure before her, a strikingly beautiful woman with a strange mix of Anne Hathaway's elegance and Anok Yai's ethereal allure.
She licked her dry lips, only to taste blood, and choked. The woman quickly helped her up and pressed a cool glass of water to her lips. The relief was instant.
Despite her pain, Rexan croaked, "You're pretty."
The woman flushed, adjusting her glasses. She looked to be in her forties but carried herself with poise.
"I'm Patricia," the woman said, her voice steady. "I found you crashed in the abandoned part of the city. I was doing some research."
Patricia picked up antiseptic swabs with a pair of forceps, her movements efficient.
