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.

way up my throat. "What happened?" I croaked, the question a

as he pushed me back down onto the bed. "Calm down, Amaya. It's okay.

word felt foreign in my current state. "No, it's not okay," I insisted, my voice rising with a tremor. "Natalia... Sarah...

his voice a steady counterpoint to the storm brewing within me.

rest"

a hot coal burning in my gut. "I need to see them," I declared, pushing myself up in the

"Whoa, there. The doctor said you need to stay in bed for observation. They'll be fine. They're in the rooms

"But what happened?" I demanded, my voice laced with a desperation! couldn't control.

mask. "You got hit by a truck," he admitted, his voice law. "Drunk driver. The cops are still

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