CHLOE POV

The world returns to me in fragments.

Light.

Beeping.

A ceiling I don’t recognize.

And the sharp, almost acidic smell of antiseptic.

My eyelids feel like they’re glued shut, but I manage to peel them open. Everything is blurry at first, shapes, shadows, silhouettes leaning over me like ghosts.

Then faces sharpen.

Jake.

Ethan.

Tyler.

Gold.

And the doctor.

All of them watching me…

All of them too quiet.

For a ...