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Chapter 143

Penulis: Tarina
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-21 00:13:51

Olivia

Everything was a haze. My eyelids fluttered open, but the light seared into me like knives, blinding, disorienting. The world was blurred shapes and whiteness that felt too sharp, too cruel.

For a terrifying second, I wondered if this was it—if I had died and this was what the afterlife looked like.

But then the memories hit me. The floor. The blood. The unbearable cold.

And for a moment, I wished I had died.

“You’re awake,” a voice murmured nearby. A woman’s voice, gentle, cautious. As my eyes adjusted, the blur began to sharpen into a face—the crisp uniform, the badge. A nurse.

Hospital. I was in a hospital.

My lips cracked when I tried to speak. My throat burned like sandpaper, dry and raw, as though I hadn’t swallowed water in days.

“How… how—”

“Don’t force yourself,” the nurse soothed quickly, touching my arm with careful hands. “Please, just rest. You’ve been unconscious for five days. Honestly, it’s a miracle you’re even breathing on your own.”

Five days?

Her
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