BROOKLYN POV The first thing I registered was the beeping. It was steady and rhythmic, a soft, insistent sound that pulled me slowly from the depths of unconsciousness. The second thing was the smell, antiseptic and clean, so different from the smoky bar and the cold street where I had last been awake.I groaned, my eyelids fluttering open. The light was bright and harsh, making me wince. I tried to lift my hand to shield my eyes, but my arm felt heavy, weighed down by something.A drip. An IV drip."Easy now," a gentle voice said. "You are awake. That is good."I turned my head slowly, the movement sending a dull ache through my skull. A nurse stood beside my bed, a kind-faced woman in her twenties with warm brown eyes. She was checking the drip, her movements practiced and efficient."What happened?" I croaked, my voice hoarse.The nurse looked at me with sympathy. "You were brought in last night. A man found you on the street. You were hit by a car, but luckily, you did not susta
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