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The Operating Room

Penulis: Amelia Hart
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-20 19:58:00

(Livia’s POV)

The hospital doors slide open, and the bright fluorescent lights hit me like a physical force, harsh, unforgiving, washing everything in cold white.

Everything moves too fast after that.

Nurses swarm around us, hands gentle but urgent, voices calm and efficient in a way that’s both reassuring and terrifying.

Someone takes my arm. Someone else slides a wheelchair under me before my legs give out.

Alexander never lets go of my hand. His grip is iron-tight, fingers laced through mine
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