Yaria's POV

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My eyes slowly peeled open. 

The pristine ceiling came into view, along with the smell of antiseptic. 

Scrunching up my nose, I propped my upper body to rest against the headboard. 

On my left wrist was an IV drip attached. 

Last night, when Frander, our gatekeeper, drove me to the hospital, I didn't wait for him to open the door for me. I hopped out of the vehicle and hared into the hospital. I was trying to explain to the receptionist nurse when I felt my vision blurring ...