PART 2–CHAPTER 138
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PART 2 – CHAPTER 138
JESS
The first thing I noticed was the sound–sharp, relentless beeping. Then, the smell–disinfectant, sterile, like I was trapped in a box of chemicals. My eyes flew open, and all I saw was white–bright, blinding white–a ceiling I didn’t recognize. I tried to sit up, but my body wasn’t cooperating. My arms felt like lead, weighed down by something. I was stuck, trapped.
What the hell?
Panic hit me like a freight train. My chest tightened, breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. Why couldn’t I move? What was wrong with me?
“Jessica, relax,” a clear and clinical voice snapped into my foggy brain. I blinked, and there was a woman leaning over me in scrubs. She looked too calm, as if none of this was as messed up as it felt. “You’re in the hospital. Just breathe, okay? Deep breaths.”
Hospital? Why was I in a hospital?
I tried to say something–anything–but my throat felt like it had been scraped raw with sandpaper. The sound that came out was a pitiful croak.
“Don’t try to speak yet. You’ve been through a lot,” she said, pushing me back down when I tried to sit up again. “You’ve been unconscious for a week.”
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Unconscious? A week?
I turned my head and froze. People were staring at me. A woman with tear–streaked cheeks and a man who looked like he hadn’t slept in days. They were right next to my bed, looking at me like they knew me.
Who the hell were they?
The woman gasped, clutching her hands over her mouth like she was about to break down. “Oh my God, Jess…”
“Jessica, honey,” the man said, stepping closer, his voice tight and cracking. “It’s Dad. You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be fine.”
Dad?
I stared at them, my heart hammering out of control. No part of their faces clicked in my head. I had no idea who these people were or why they were looking at me like they knew everything about me. I was completely blank.
“Who–who are you?” I choked out, even though the words scratched painfully in my throat.
The woman–Mom?-started sobbing, and the man looked like someone had punched him in the gut.
“Jess… baby, it’s us,” he said like I was supposed to just know them. “It’s Mom and Dad. You don’t remember?”
Remember? I didn’t even know where I was.
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