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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.

thick with the pungent smell of medicine, mixed with dampness and decay. Every

from the end of the

Sloane’s eyes

run, but her feet were

from the darkness–people in white hospital gowns, their faces twisted and hollow,

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voice whispered, cold as ice, brushing against her

violently. Sweat beaded on her

the nightmare, but it was

her, skeletal fingers stretching out, ready to

echoing through

“Help me…”

world, Lucas was startled awake by the scream. He

was thrashing in her sleep, her brow tightly furrowed, cold sweat dripping down her temples, arms flailing as she muttered

was trapped

moved to her side and