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15: "You Will Beg."

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-24 01:44:43

Delilah’s POV

My lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. The room was bathed in morning light, filtering through sheer curtains that swayed gently in the breeze.

The sheets beneath me were satin, smooth and cool against my skin, and the scent of lavender drifted through the air, sweet and calming.

Where…?

“Ah, you’re awake.”

I blinked. A man in a crisp white coat stood beside me, scribbling something on a clipboard. A stethoscope hung around his neck like a badge of calm authority.

Is this the hospital? Because a doctor's right in front of me.

“Wh-Where am I?” I croaked, my voice hoarse. My throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.

“You’re safe,” he assured me gently, his tone soothing. “You had a rough night. The alcohol in your system was excessive. Your body went into near shock. It wasn’t just booze… there were traces of something else. Prescribed drugs, maybe. Could’ve been mixed intentionally.”

I exhaled shakily. So… it wasn’t just me being dr
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