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CHAPTER 28: Woken Up At last!

Author: Madel McDonough
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
ELOISE'S POV:

I awake with a start, my senses flood with a chaotic swirl of unfamiliar sensations. The first thing that assaults my consciousness is an eruption of pain. It surges through my body like a tempest, each ache and throb a discordant note in the composition of my agony. The sterile scent of antiseptic, the soft hum of machines, the scratch of crisp bed sheets against my skin – all merge into a disorienting cacophony in an amplified version. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights above, I groan and try to sit up, only to be met with a jolt of searing pain that discharges through my limbs.

"Easy now," a calm voice murmurs from my side.

‘Braxton?’

I turn my head, wincing at the sharp pang of discomfort, while peering at a blurred silhouette standing by my bed. A few moments later, I manage to get a glimpse of his warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You've been through quite an ordeal,” he adds.

My memory is foggy, fragmented. I remember a sense of u
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