Ariana's POVI woke up gasping.My lungs burned as I dragged in air, my chest heaving like I'd been drowning. My hands clawed at nothing, grasping desperately for something solid, something real, something to prove I was still here."Easy, easy," a familiar voice said. That should be Marcus.His hands pressed gently on my shoulders, keeping me from thrashing. "You're okay, Ariana. You're safe. You're in the hospital."Hospital. The word filtered through my panic slowly. I blinked, trying to focus, trying to make sense of where I was.White ceiling. Fluorescent lights. The steady beep of monitors. Medical equipment surrounding my bed.Not the void. "There you go," Marcus said, his voice soothing. "Just breathe. In and out. You're okay."I focused on breathing. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. Each breath was my ribs protested with sharp stabs that said they were broken or at least badly bruised.But I could breathe. I could move my hands, my arms. I could feel the hospital be
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