ASHER'S HOSPITAL — ICU ROOM 304
SOPHIA’S POV
Beep… beep… beep…
That sound. I knew it from somewhere.
It was distant, muffled—like it was echoing from the end of a long tunnel I couldn’t find my way out of. A rhythmic pulse, steady and insistent, keeping me tethered to something I couldn’t see or feel. I couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t move my limbs. I couldn’t even breathe on my own, not really. But I could hear.
“We’ve stabilized her and she’s receiving oxygen therapy. Her vitals are stable, but she’s still unconscious.”
It was a man’s voice. Calm, practiced, full of clinical precision. Dr. Asher. That name floated into my mind like a leaf drifting downstream.
Unconscious… me?
“Oh, thank God. What’s the prognosis, doctor? When will she wake up?”
That voice—his voice—Leonard. I knew it immediately. There was something in it I wasn’t used to… vulnerability. Fear. I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to tell him I could hear him. But my body refused me. My eyelids might as well h
