MaliaPain.That was the first thing I felt. A deep, pulsing ache behind my eyes, spreading through my skull like fire. My body felt heavy, like I had been hit by a truck, and every movement sent sharp stabs of pain through me.I let out a weak breath, forcing my eyes open.Everything around me was blurry, swimming in hazy colors and dim lighting. When I first opened my eyes, the world was a blur of dim lighting and sterile whiteness. Everything around me felt hazy, my vision swimming as I struggled to focus.I blinked several times, trying to focus. But I could almost tell that the ceiling above me was a dull off-white, lined with fluorescent panels that flickered faintly, casting a cold, clinical glow over the room. The walls seemed like they were painted in a washed-out gray, the kind that felt lifeless and impersonal, like this place wasn’t meant for comfort—only for function.Then, the scent hit me.That unmistakable, sterile hospital smell.A mixture of antiseptic, bleach, and
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