Chapter 11

Willow's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady rhythm of a heart monitor pulled me from darkness. My eyelids felt heavy, my mouth dry as sandpaper. The smell hit me first—antiseptic and artificial air, the universal scent of hospitals.

I blinked against the fluorescent lights. A white ceiling. Blue cu...

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