She Rose from the Ashes
The monitor beside me erupted into a shrill alarm, the red lights flashing in sync with my panic.
Wynter straightened her clothes and looked down at me, her expression cold and unfeeling. "Don't blame me for being cruel, Chloe. Blame yourself for being stupid."
With that, she turned and walked out. The door slammed shut behind her with a hollow thud.
By the time Angela burst back into the room, my face had gone ghastly pale, my lips turning purple beneath the oxygen mask. "Chloe! Chloe, hold on!"
Her hands shook as she adjusted the oxygen flow and slammed the emergency button. The on-duty doctor rushed in, and after a frantic round of resuscitation, my vitals finally began to steady.