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Time lost all meaning. I couldn't tell if hours or days were passing. Sometimes I thought I heard familiar voices - Elena's soothing tones, Oak's and Flynn's constant pacing. But it all blended together in a haze of half-formed thoughts and fragmented memories. At one point, I became aware of a cool cloth on my forehead and the murmur of nearby voices. "Her fever's breaking," someone said. Elena, maybe? "That's a good sign." "She's strong," came another voice - Oak's, I was almost certain. "She'll pull through." I wanted to open my eyes, to tell them I could hear them, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I slipped back into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness. The next time awareness returned, it came all at once. My eyes snapped open, my body tensing as if preparing for