Chapter Thirty EightLaila’s POVThe air smelled like crushed lavender and rich, polished mahogany.It was a soft, luxurious scent that drifted gently over me, completely devoid of the sharp, suffocating chemical stench of cheap floor cleaner I had gotten used to at County General. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting the harsh, buzzing fluorescent bulbs of a dingy back-alley surgical bay or the crowded, noisy halls of the public ER.Instead, soft morning sunlight streamed through massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow across a king-sized bed wrapped in buttery silk sheets.I blinked once. Twice.A slow, massive smile spread across my face, stretching wide until my cheeks actually ached."Oh, wow," I breathed out, letting out a airy, hysterical little laugh that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings. "It’s done. I actually did it... and I’m alive!"A giddy, wild surge of relief exploded in my chest. The black-market doctor, the terrifying alarms, the flashi
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