The sterile, hyper-oxygenated air of the fortress medical wing felt like a cluster of freezing needles against the raw, scorched skin of my face. I blinked my heavy, ash-crusted eyelashes open with a shallow, agonizing wheeze, the blinding, fluorescent white overhead lamps forcing me to instantly turn my chin away into the safety of the pillows. The steady, rhythmic hum of a high-tier digital heart monitor vibrated softly against the quiet stone walls of the room, a sharp, clinical ticking sound that forcefully anchored my disoriented mind back to reality. My forearms were completely covered in thick, cooling layers of specialized medical salve and clean white gauze, the soothing herbs actively numbing the white-hot, throbbing agony of the fresh blisters I had earned inside the burning warehouse. "Don't try to sit up, Lucia," a deep, rough, and completely exhausted baritone voice murmured from the shifting amber shadows beside my mattress. I swerved my gaze toward the source of the s
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