Abigail's POV I thought I was dead.Truly, utterly, completely dead.The moment my eyes fluttered open, I half-expected to see angels, or maybe demons, depending on how my life had turned out. But instead of clouds or fire, I was staring at a blinding white ceiling, the hum of a machine filling the air beside me. My chest rose and fell slowly, unsteady, and painfully.Pain.I could feel pain.That didn’t make sense. Dead people weren’t supposed to feel pain, right?I blinked twice, then again, my vision swimming before the brightness sharpened into clarity. I tried to sit up, but the sharp, searing ache in my leg stopped me. My breath caught, and I sank back down, staring at my trembling hands.They were bandaged. My right wrist had an IV drip. My lips were cracked. Everything hurts.A voice came from somewhere nearby and made me flinch.“Can you hear me?”My eyes darted toward the sound. A man in a white coat stood beside me, holding a clipboard, his gaze calm but concerned. I jerke
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