The girl was half-sitting in her sick bed, nervously rubbing the edge of the blanket. Her head ached from the medication - the constant sense of panic had given her a lot of sedatives. And now she strained her hearing as much as possible to listen to the conversation outside the hospital room. The door opened and she flinched. "Hello," an unfamiliar deep male voice called out. "My name is Andrew Holland. I'll be your bodyguard and assistant."