Thud! The club struck my head with a brutal force, instantly plunging me into darkness. When I finally came to, I found myself under the bright white lights of a hospital room. I tried to sit up, but Scott, rushing to my side, gently pressed me back down. "Don't move! You need to be careful with that head injury!" Glancing around, the reality of my situation settled in, but thoughts of Ryan made me anxious. I grasped his sleeve, pleading, "Where's Ryan? Is he okay?" Scott let out a resigned sigh, patting my hand. "He's fine—better than fine! Why are you still worrying about him?" Despite his reassurance, my concern for Ryan was overwhelming. I insisted on seeing him. He guided me to a hospital room, but when I caught a glimpse inside, my heart seized painfully as my breath hitched. Through the small opening of the door, I saw Ryan sitting by Lorelei's bedside, carefully feeding her soup. The tenderness in his expression twisted the knife deeper into my alread
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