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CHAPTER 85

Author: Flowervil
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-08 23:23:07

Zayn Lancaster

The hospital reeked of antiseptic and despair. That sterile, cold scent that clings to the walls and crawls under your skin until you feel like you're drowning in it. I hated hospitals. Too clean, too white. Too full of ghosts.

I moved down the hallway, boots echoing softly against the tile. Everything around me felt muted, like the world had been turned down to a low, distant hum. No one stopped me. Maybe it was the way I walked, or the look in my eyes that said *don’t ask me shit*. Or maybe they could just smell death on me—mine, or someone else’s. Didn’t matter. I had one destination.

Room 307.

I stopped at the door, fingers curling around the handle like it might burn me. I took a breath. Then another. And then I opened it.

The world paused.

She was there.

Stassie.

Hooked up to a tangle of machines and wires, her skin pale against the white hospital sheets. Bruises painted her arms like broken constellations. Her lips, usually quick with sarcasm or a biting laugh, w
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