𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘟𝘟𝘐𝘐

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎
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The room is cloaked in silence, the only sounds being the steady beeps and hums of the medical machines attached to your unconscious body. The sterile air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic.

You've been out for six long days, and the lack of sleep has taken its toll on your body. Your exhaustion has been compounded by the fact that you pushed yourself beyond your limits, ignoring the warning signs of fatigue and driving yourself to keep going.

As the door creaks open, two men enter the infirmary, their footsteps making barely a sound on the polished floor. They approach your bedside, their faces grave with concern.

One of them takes a seat beside you, his hands gentle as he holds yours. The other man, a doctor, examines the machines, his eyes scanning the readouts and monitors. "She seems to be stable." he remarks as he turns around and approaches Chris's unconscious body.

His crystal blue eyes filled with a deep worry. He reaches out, his hand gentle as he caresses your cheek. "My poor Y/n..." he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've been through so much."  His eyes flicker to the machines, his thick brows furrowed in concern.

He stands up, staring at you for a moment longer before turning around and leaving the infirmary.

As you slowly awaken, the first thing you're aware of is the pounding headache that feels like a jackhammer inside your skull. Your eyes feel gritty and dry, and your mouth is parched. You try to swallow, but your throat is scratchy and sore. You blink, trying to clear the haze from your mind, but your eyelids feel heavy and hard to lift.

You stretch, trying to shake off the fatigue that feels like it's seeped into every cell of your body. Your muscles ache and your joints feel stiff, as if you've been lying in the same position for days. You try to remember how you got here, but your memory is foggy and fragmented.

As you look around the room, you realize you're alone. The machines beep and hum, but there's no one else in sight. Panic begins to rise in your chest, and you struggle to sit up, your body protesting with aches and pains. You rub your eyes, trying to clear the sleep deprivation haze from your mind, and take a deep breath to try and shake off the exhaustion.

Your gaze wanders around the unfamiliar room, taking in the sterile atmosphere and the hum of medical machines. You try to remember how you got there, but you can't.

You attempt to sit up, but your body feels heavy and uncoordinated. You sway slightly, fighting to maintain your balance. Your gaze drops to your arms, and you notice wires attached to your skin, leading to various machines beeping and flashing nearby.

Your mind races with questions: How did you end up here? What happened to you? Why are you hooked up to all these machines? Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of Chris, and you feel a surge of relief mixed with worry.

You try to stand up, but your legs feel shaky. The wires attached to your body come loose as you move, and the machines suddenly start beeping rapidly.

Your knees buckle beneath you, and you collapse to the ground with a loud thud. The door bursts open, and a tall, dark-skinned young man rushes in. He's bald, with stitches forming a plus sign on his head, and wears glasses. "You shouldn't move too soon after waking up." he advises, his voice calm and soothing.

He walks over to you, his eyes filled with concern, and offers a glass of water. "Please, drink this." he says, his hand extended.

You eye him warily, your mind racing with questions. Who is this stranger? Why are you here? What happened to you? Your voice is raspy and dry as you ask, "Who are you?"