Chains of Gratitude
Scarlett POV
The cuts burned, a searing flame on my skin.
Pain and terror coursed through me, a chilling tremor that had me shaking from head to toe.
Lucien's figure had vanished in the chaos, swallowed by the panicked screams.
I lost all sense of time. It was an eternity before the event staff found me and called an ambulance.
By the time I was rushed to the hospital, glass shards of all sizes were still buried in my skin. Every movement, every shallow breath, brought a jolt of fresh pain.
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