Avi looked at the IV stuck in her arm, then at the contents in the bag it was connected to. It was a dark blue liquid, that's really all she could tell. Her chest heaved as she tried to relax, to think clearly. But her mind would not work.
Just then, a glass door to the right of the table opened, and Avi watched as a tall man came through the door. He was handsome, one of those rugged, cool guy types.
And Avi seemed to recall his face. But why?