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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SEVENTY-SIX: BLUE GOWN.

Author: Blu
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-14 06:48:11

AVERY’S POV:

The examination room smelled like antiseptic and lemon air freshener that wasn't fooling anyone. The walls were a washed-out white, and there was a mounted monitor in the corner blinking with soft blue lights.

Sea was sitting in the corner with her legs crossed, spinning slightly on the wheeled stool like a restless child. I was perched on the examination bed, stripped down to nothing but the blue hospital gown they gave me. It barely covered anything. One wrong stretch and the back would be a broadcast.

“I swear,” I whispered to Sea with a dry chuckle, “if I sneeze too hard, this thing’s flying off.”

Sea laughed, covering her mouth. “You look like a sad burrito.”

“I feel like a sad burrito.”

Just then, the door opened, and Cedric stepped in with his usual calm confidence. His lab coat flared slightly as he moved, tablet in one hand, a kind smile on his face.

“How’s our patient doing?” he asked warmly.

“Cold, cranky, and contemplating a dramatic exit,” I said.

He chuckle
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