Light sears into my eyes, a jagged blade cutting through the dark. I’m nowhere, just a void, my body is a lead weight, and my limbs like stone. A beep stabs the silence, rhythmic, close, dragging me up from nothing. Something pinches my arm, sharp, tugging. My throat’s is suddenly ash, my head a fog of half-formed shadows. Where am I?, I ask myself.The air’s wrong—sharp, cold, like metal and bleach. A hum buzzes, low, under the beep, and I blink, slow, the world a smear of white and gray.“Mrs. Tyler?” A voice, brisk, female, slices through. “Can you hear me?” I try to focus, but my eyes are heavy, the shape of her blurring—a woman, white coat, clipboard clicking. My name—Tyler—lands like a stone, familiar but distant, like it’s someone else’s. I can’t speak, my tongue a dead thing, so I just stare, my chest tight with something I can’t name.Water…“You’re in the hospital,” she says, nurse, her face sharpening, too bright for this cold place. “You’ve been in coma, a few days. You’re
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