ArynThe first thing I heard was the beeping.Sharp, steady, mechanical.It cut through the fog in my head like tiny knives, each sound dragging me further out of the dark. My eyes fluttered open, and the world blurred into white walls, harsh lights, and the smell—antiseptic, sharp and sterile.A hospital.My chest seized. The air caught in my throat, choking me before I could even breathe properly. I hated this place, hated everything about it. The lights too bright, the machines too loud, the smell too clean, too fake. It reminded me of pain, of weakness, of cages that looked different but felt the same.I shifted, and that’s when I noticed the tubes.A drip taped to my arm. Ropes—or maybe restraints—around my wrist. Something else over my chest, wires leading to the machines that kept up their steady, merciless rhythm.My pulse spiked, the monitor beside me screaming faster with each panicked beat. My breath came out ragged, shallow, like I was drowning in air. I pulled at the line
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