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Mr Wentworth

Author: Veedolly
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-12 00:14:26

[Bianca]

The last thing I remembered was Grayson's voice shouting, ordering people to get out of the way while one or two others pushed me out of what sounded like an ambulance. My eyelids were heavy and the sounds were blurry and distant.

When I opened my eyes with a sharp gasp, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, a drip attached to my hand. It took a few seconds for my brain to kickstart. Beside me, Grayson was slumped in a chair, head resting on the bed. The moment I shifted, he jerked upright, blinking at me with wide, startled eyes.

"Holy shit! Don't scare me like that, B. What the hell happened?" He shot up from his seat, hovering as if he didn't know what to do with his hands.

I blinked, struggling to process it all. "I... don't know," I replied, shaking my head.

Grayson immediately moved to the door. "Stay put. I'll get the doctor."

He was gone before I could protest, and I sat there in silence, gripping the thin blanket covering my legs. The events before I'd blacked out
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