The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to iden...
A/N: hey you lovely people! I've been on a frantic writing journey lately and I'm loving it! Next chapter is already almost ready and it's spicy👀Back in the day, I used to publish chapters every ten votes, and I think I'm going to start doing that again🫠 Hope you're still enjoying this story! Love you guys 💕
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I opened my eyes abruptly, struggling to catch my breath. For a second, I had no idea where I was. The darkness around me felt wrong, almost suffocating. My mind was still caught somewhere between the present and fifteen years into the future, trying to process everything I had seen. Finding a cure to heal Michael's pain and discovering I would get sick...
That was a lot. Even for me.
I swallowed hard and took a shaky breath, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim room around me. I wasn't in bed, and Michael wasn't beside me, which only added to my disorientation. Instead, I was still in the large living room of our suite, Hayden asleep in the armchair next to the couch I'd apparently fallen asleep on.
I sat up, grimacing slightly at the stiffness in my neck. My feet touched the floor, in a desperate attempt to anchor myself in the present. As I moved, a pile of papers slipped from the couch and crashed onto the floor loud enough to shatter the silence and wake Hayden up.
"Hale?" My brother asked, his voice still sleepy as I tore him away from his slumber. "What's going on?"
"I—It's okay," I stammered, still trying to compose myself. "I'm sorry."
"No it's not," he argued, as he helped me gather the papers from the floor. "Were you working?"
"I uh— no," I mumbled, shaking my head as I put the stack of papers on the coffee table. "I—It's nothing."
"Hayley," he called again in a firmer tone. "What's going on?"
I exhaled heavily, trying to steady my breath. "I just... I—I brought this back."
"Brought what back? From where?"
"This," I motioned to the papers. "From a vision."
"W—Wait," he said, putting his hand on mine, stopping me from gathering the rest of the papers from the ground. "You had a vision?"
I nodded slowly. My throat tightened as I looked up at him. "The blue door," I whispered. "I finally saw what was behind it."
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