I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. The sterile white walls and soft beeping of medical equipment greeted me. A warm, gentle light streamed through the window, casting a comforting glow over the room.The scent of antiseptic and fresh linens filled my nostrils, familiar yet foreign. This pack's infirmary felt unusual, bigger, different, sophisticated. I was in a private room? I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. My head was pounding, my ears ringing, my throat parched. My whole body felt like I'd been dragged down the stairs of a 17 story building. A soft murmur of voices caught my attention. Ryder was speaking to a man in a white coat, probably in his mid fifties, his face etched with concern. "Aria, thank goodness you're awake," Ryder half yelled, half whispered, his voice filled with relief as he sat by my bed. The doctor's eyes locked onto mine, a neutral expression on his face. "Aria, how do you feel?"
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