Beneath the Surface
Beneath it was something mechanical, the faint beep, beep, beep that seemed to echo in the stillness.
I was alive.
That thought should have comforted me, but instead it struck like ice water. My chest tightened, panic clawing up my throat as memories slammed back, one by one.
The cloth, the burning chemical sting, Max’s voice, the car, my desperate struggle as I escaped and then Drew, his face, fierce and desperate, before everything collapsed into black again.
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