The sterile scent of antiseptic filled Royce's nostrils as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open, the harsh fluorescent lights of the medical bay momentarily blinding her. Groaning, she tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her body, forcing her back down.
"Easy there, love," a familiar voice soothed. His hand rested gently on her shoulder, urging her to stay still. “Don’t over exert yourself,” he added, his voice rough with worry.
Royce's eyes focused on the figure beside her - Apollo. Relief washed over her, but not for long, before she started to worry again. “I have to go-I have to find out what-”
“No, no, you need to rest.” Apollo insisted.
Royce couldn’t rest, however. Panic clawed at her throat. “Where am I?” she demanded, her voice hoarse from d
