LOSING HOPE

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Evelyn lay on the bed , her breathing even and deep as she slept. The room around her was dimly lit , casting long shadows on the walls. The unfamiliar scent of the place permeated the air , a mix of antiseptics and something she couldn’t quite identify.

Slowly , Evelyn began to stir , her eyelids fluttering open. She blinked several times , trying to clear her vision. The room came into a hazy focus, and she realized with a start that she was in a place she didn’t recognize. Panic surged through her , but her weak body felt heavy , weak.

She tried to sit up , a harsh cough escaping her lips as she reached for a glass of water on a small table nearby. Her hands trembled , knocking the glass over. The sound of it clattering to the floor seemed to echo in the silence.

Footsteps approached swiftly and a shadow moved into her line of sight. A figure bent down , picking up the glass and refilling it. Evelyn’s vision was too blurry to make out any details but she knew ,