The Face of the Savior

The harsh, clinical stench of industrial disinfectants flooded Vivienne’s senses the moment her heavy eyelids fluttered apart.

"Are you planning to stay with us this time?" a deep voice asked from beside the bed. "You’ve drifted off on me twice already."

The words barely registered before a primal wave of panic slammed into her chest. Her hands flew down, frantically gripping the hospital blanke