(Ayra's POV)
The darkness slowly faded, giving way to a soft, hazy light.
My eyelids fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, as muffled voices echoed in my ears.
My body felt as though it were weighed down by a huge rock and a dull ache throbbed in my limbs.
For a moment, I couldn't place where I was, but as my vision adjusted to the light, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of machines brought everything rushing back.
I was in the hospital.
Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the brightness of the room.
The first thing I saw was my Nana, her wrinkled face etched with worry.
Beside her stood Dominic, his ever-calm demeanor shaken, his eyes reflecting the sleepless night he must have endured.
Then there was Steven, his dark eyes studying me with quiet intensity, and Sasha, looking just as relieved as the rest of them.
It was then I realized—I had survived.
Steven was the first to notice I was awake.
