Jonah woke up to the sound of alarms.
It wasn't the loud kind. It was the sound of medical equipments monitoring his vitals.
He tried to open his eyes but managed to open one. The other felt glued shut.
"Don't move." Vanessa's face appeared to his view. She looked tired and worried. "You have been out for three hours."
"Did we..." His voice sounded rough. "Did it work?"
"You stopped the self-destruct. The Apex is dead in space. No power. No weapons. It's just a floating shell." She held a water bottle to his lips. "But you almost killed yourself doing it."
The water helped. It made talking easier. "Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"My head hurts. Give me a break." He tried to sit up but he couldn't. His body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. "Where are we?"
