Aria’s POV
Darkness.
Heavy. Suffocating. Like being buried under layers of thick wool.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only float in this endless void where nothing made sense.
Then—light.
It crept in slowly. Gentle. Persistent. Pulling me toward the surface of consciousness.
My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. I tried to open them. Failed. Tried again.
This time, they cooperated.
White.
Everything was white.
White ceiling. White walls. White sheets beneath my fingertips.
Where was I?
The question floated through my foggy brain. Disconnected. Like it belonged to someone else.
I blinked. Once. Twice. The world slowly came into focus.
A hospital room.
The realization hit like cold water.
I was in a hospital. In a bed. With tubes attached to my arm and machines beeping softly beside me.
What happened?
I tried to sit up. Bad idea. The room spun violently. My stomach lurched.
A groan escaped my lips. I let my head fall back against the pillow.
God. Everything hurt.
My throat was dry. Scratchy. Like I’d swallowed sandpaper. My limbs felt disconnected from my body. Heavy and foreign.
How long had I been here?
Sunlight streamed through the window. Afternoon, maybe? Morning? I had no idea.
I turned my head slowly. Carefully. Trying not to trigger another wave of dizziness.
The room was empty.
Just me. The machines. The sterile white walls.
No visitors. No family. No one.
Of course.
I closed my eyes. Forced myself to breathe.
That’s when I noticed it.
A scent.
Faint. Almost imperceptible. But definitely there.

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