Grace’s POV

Consciousness slowly returned, pulling me from the fog as my eyelids fluttered open to the stark white ceiling of the clinic room. The steady beeps of monitoring equipment filled the air, and an IV line snaked into my arm, delivering fluids and medication directly into my vein.

Morning light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow, accompanied by the cheerful chirps of birds outside. It was clear dawn had broken, signaling a new day after the ordeal.

Beside my bed, ...