HaileyThe words felt like heavy stones falling from my lips, echoing against the cold glass of the tank. My arm was numb, the skin around the needle site pale and stinging, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm inside my head."What did you say?" Evans asked, his voice cracking as he leaned over me, his face a blur of shadow and light."The white room," I whispered, my eyes tracking the last few drops of my blood as they pulsed through the clear tubing. "The hands, Evans. We were holding hands."Lena was moving fast, her gloved hands flying across the monitor screens to silence the screaming alarms. "Pressure is stabilizing, but her vitals are still erratic. Hailey, look at me. Stay focused on the room.""I am here," I said, though it felt like a lie. My mind was still half-caught in that memory, the smell of sterile air and the sound of a child’s muffled sobbing. "She was crying because they were taking me away. We were both in those little white gowns."Evans grip
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