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Author: Bella Fyre
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(Third party POV)

Kate and Tyler were still holding onto each other when a nurse rushed past their room, muttering about a patient suddenly coming around. It barely registered until the nurse called a name that made Kate’s heart jump. Scott.

They followed quickly, the tension shifting from their own lives to the man who had nearly died for them. Scott lay in the bed, pale but alive, eyes fluttering open as if waking from the dead. For a moment he looked panicked, hands gripping the sheets like he didn’t know where he was.

“Hey,” Kate said softly, stepping into his line of sight. “You’re safe. You’re at the hospital.”

His breathing slowed as his gaze found hers, then Tyler’s looming frame behind her. He swallowed hard. “The creature… it’s gone, isn’t it?”

Kate nodded. “It’s gone.”

Scott sagged back into the pillows, relief pouring off him in waves but then his brow furrowed. “I remember everything,” he rasped. “The… things it made me see. The way it twisted people. It wasn’t
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  • Lunar Lake   136

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  • Lunar Lake   135

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