Chapter 55

-Maya's POV-

A wave of nausea rolled over me threatening to pull me under. The room spun, a dizzying carousel of white walls and blurry shapes. A cool hand settled on my forehead, a comforting anchor in the sea of disorientation. "Easy there," a familiar voice murmured, laced with concern.

My eyelids fluttered open, battling the heaviness that threatened to keep them shut. Slowly, the blurry shapes merged into a face - Ivan's face, filled with worry and a hint of relief. Relief washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the fear and pain that gnawed at the edges of my

consciousness.

"Ivan?" My voice was a dry rasp, barely audible even to my own ears. The memories, fragmented and terrifying, began to flood back-the crowded bar, Natalia's mischievous grin, the squeal of tires, then... darkness.

my throat. "What happened?" I croaked, the question a desperate plea for

his grip firm yet gentle as he

a tremor. "Natalia... Sarah... Riley. What

to the storm brewing within me.

rest"

be lying in similar beds, their bodies broken and bruised? The fear morphed into anger, a hot coal burning in my gut. "I need to see them," I declared, pushing myself up in the

need to stay in bed for observation. They'll be fine. They're in the

what happened?"

spoke volumes about the worry he was trying to mask. "You got hit by a truck," he

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