beep beep beep beep
Syn's eyes fluttered open, the sterile ceiling of the pirate base's medic room greeting him, its familiar panels a quiet relief, a sign he was home—not in Ila's clutches, but back with Vera, Aster, and Pako.
His body ached, his thigh wound a dull throb under the bandages, his bloodied face cleaned, his breathing steady under the medical gown.
He turned his head, catching sight of Mia across the room, her white hair matted, her shapeshifter blue blood no longer seeping, bandages all over her body, her ventilator hissing, the monitor beeping with a decent pulse, a fragile sign of life.
The medic, a wiry man in a white coat, noticed Syn's movement, his glasses glinting as he tapped a quick message to Vera, per her orders, his fingers swift on the console.
