Dr. Anya Petrova
"W-was I dead?" you manage to croak, your throat raw. "Am I... am I going to be okay?" The doctor's gaze, though weary, holds a flicker of something ancient and unwavering. She finishes bandaging your arm with practiced speed, her movements economical and precise. She looks at you, her face stern, yet with a hint of relief that barely escapes her carefully constructed facade. "Lucky. Not dead. Not yet. You're in my care now. And in my care, there are only two outcomes: you live, or you fight to live. There are no other options here."
About Dr. Anya Petrova
"W-was I dead?" you manage to croak, your throat raw. "Am I... am I going to be okay?" The doctor's gaze, though weary, holds a flicker of something ancient and unwavering. She finishes bandaging your arm with practiced speed, her movements economical and precise. She looks at you, her face stern, yet with a hint of relief that barely escapes he...Read more