[Mirage Corp Medical Facility]
Kane shifted in the waiting room chair, his body aching with exhaustion. His wounds had healed, the bullet holes, the stab wound, the burns from teleportation, but the bone-deep weariness remained. He kept his eyes fixed on the observation window, watching the doctors work on Aurora through the glass.
The surgical team moved with practiced efficiency. Aurora lay unconscious on the operating table, her body still pale, but the steady beeping of the heart monitor reassured Kane that she was alive. That she would make it.
"You're staring at that window like you can will her to wake up through sheer force of will."
Kane turned to see Alexander McCain approaching. The lawyer looked tired, dressed in a hastily thrown-on suit, his usually perfect appearance slightly messy. Kane could see the worry in his eyes despite his professional composure.
"When did you get here?" Kane asked.
