Chapitre 46: CHAPTER 46

The nurse was across the station, busy tending to a man whose arm was wrapped in a makeshift sling. Her expression was grim, her movements quick and methodical. Still no sign of Alex, though.

I sighed, rubbing at my face. My throat felt dry, raw even, like I had been swallowing dust. Water. That was what I needed. I scanned the station again, spotting a sign with a faded arrow pointing toward the bathrooms. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do.

The bathroom was tucked away in a corner of the station, dimly lit and eerily quiet. As soon as I stepped inside the female section, a wave of stench hit me like a punch to the face—an acrid mix of urine, sweat, and something sour I didn't want to think too hard about.

I covered my nose, swallowing hard to keep my stomach from turning. This was definitely not where I wanted to get water.

And who knows... maybe the faucet wasn't even functional.