Nicole's POV "Where am I?" Victor asked in a hoarse voice when he woke two days later. He'd needed surgery, drifting in and out of consciousness, and now he was even trying to get out of bed despite the pain. I'd taken care of him, even tended to his wounds. "In a hospital. And if I were you, I wouldn't do that. You'll tear your stitches, and as far as I know, you can't afford to lose any more blood." He looked around in confusion, then settled back against the bed with a grimace. "Water…" I got up, poured him a glass of water, and brought it over. Victor was weak and could barely hold the glass properly, so I helped him drink. "Who are you?" he asked after drinking. "Thank you. You too. My name is Nicole. I'm the person who saved your life." He stared at me, confused. "Where am I?" "In the hospital." His eyes widened, and he tried to sit up again. "Relax. You're not going anywhere. And this isn't an ordinary hospital. If you're worried about the police, you c