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Chapter 128 Sloane’s Nightmare

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Sloane glanced at the book in Lucas’s hands–it was a medical text she’d casually left on the table the other day.

Lucas closed the book and stood up. “She’s gone?”

“No.” Sloane handed him a spare quilt from the cabinet. “Jill’s staying over tonight, so you’ll have to make do here.”

She pointed to the floor, making her intention clear.

Lucas didn’t complain. He simply took the quilt and began setting up a makeshift bed on the floor.

The room soon fell into darkness. Sloane lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted far away, unable to settle.

Lucas, sharp as ever, could tell she was restless. He said nothing, only closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Listening to the sound of steady breathing gradually filling the room, Sloane finally relaxed. She had resolved to stay up the entire night, so she silently began reciting medical theory in her mind.

But before she realized it, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, she jerked awake.

She found herself standing in a dim, endless corridor. Flickering candlelight danced along the walls, casting eerie shadows that stretched far beyond her.

medicine, mixed with dampness and decay. Every breath

from the end of the

Sloane’s eyes

to run, but her feet were rooted

from the darkness–people in white hospital gowns, their faces twisted and hollow, eyes blank and unfocused. They murmured incoherently as they crept

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recognized them. These were patients

their faces were far more grotesque than she

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us…” a voice whispered, cold as ice, brushing

Sweat beaded on

but it was

toward her, skeletal fingers stretching out,

echoing through the

“Help me…”

was startled awake by the scream. He

was thrashing in her sleep, her brow tightly furrowed, cold sweat

was trapped

side and gently grasped her