GIANNA’S POV

'Wake up!'

A voice, sharp and unyielding, pierced through my haze like a storm, rattling every part of me. I wanted to resist, to cling to sleep where the agony was dulled and everything was far away. But the voice insisted, cutting through my weakness, relentless.

'Wake up, Gianna!'

Even after everything, this voice refused to let me rest. I wished it would leave, let me slip into silence, but its strength only grew.

'Open your eyes! ...