FEDORA’S POV
I rushed through the hospital doors, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and urgency.Something inside me said that something bad was about to happen. As I approached the gate, my colleague Susan appeared, her eyes widening at the sight of me stepping out of a sports car. There was no time for explanations, no time to delve into the peculiarities of my mode of transportation. The situation demanded immediate attention.
As I navigated the corridors of the hospital, a scene of devastation unfolded before me. Injured warriors, their bodies battered and broken, lay on stretchers and in makeshift beds. It was evident that a large-scale fight had taken place, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. My eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of familiar faces. And then, a
