“OOOH,” Jensen moaned loudly as she stirred in her bed. She fluttered her eyes open for an instant to find three shadows standing over her.
“Finally, you’re awake,” a familiar voice said. It was Owen.
“Hey Owen,” she groaned, trying to adjust her fuzzy vision. ”Where am I?”
She leaned on her elbows to sit up, when a searing pain shot down her arm.”
“Ow, s**t!” her whole left arm and shoulder felt like they were on fire, with a thousand hot knives being stabbed into her flesh.
“Easy there,” Owen bent down and reached under her arms, lifting her upper body into a sitting position. Jensen felt the head of the bed being raised, coming into contact with her back. Her left arm was bandaged from her shoulders to her fingers with a flexible material, and metal rods
stuck out from her shoul
