Skylar

I blink against the harsh fluorescent lights, a sterile scent invading my senses. My mind feels foggy, and the continuous beeps and hums of machines tether me to reality. I'm lying down, that much is clear, but the why of it seems just out of reach.

"Sky?" Neo's deep voice cuts through my confusion, laced with concern. I turn my head, finding his rugged features softened by relief. His hand finds mine, a familiar warmth against the cold sterility of the clinic ...