Manya's world was still a blur when she slowly regained consciousness. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and the warmth of the blanket covering her felt foreign against her frozen skin. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils, making her realize that she wasn’t outside in the cold anymore. Her lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lights of the room.

A deep, commanding voice reached her ears, “Hosh aa gaya hai. Thodi der aur rest karne do.”