CARLAIt’s strange, being awake like this. For the past week or two, the world had been a blur of beeping machines, sterile white walls, and the faint smell of antiseptic that never quite left my nose. I couldn't place what had happened, not really. It was like the details of the night of the attack were buried under layers of fog, a haze I couldn’t cut through no matter how hard I tried.All I remembered clearly was pain. The sharp sting of claws slashing through my skin, the feeling of blood flowing in thick streams, and then nothing. The darkness had been kind of a relief, to be honest. Not knowing whether I’d survive or not was somehow better than having to live with the memory of it.But now, the haze was lifting. Slowly, very slowly.I blinked, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, hearing the quiet hum of the machines that monitored my vitals. The room was calm, but there was a tension in the air that I couldn’t shake. It lingered in the background like an invisible presence. I
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