Rachel's POV
"Where am I?" As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint beeping of machines greeted me. I found myself in a hospital bed, surrounded by white walls that felt uncomfortably blank. Panic began to stir within me as I struggled to remember how I had ended up in this unfamiliar place. The last thing that flitted through my mind before waking was the image of me running—my heart racing and adrenaline coursing through my veins. Suddenly, a truck careening toward me flashed in my mind, an urgent warning that seemed to echo in my thoughts. And in the midst of that chaos, I heard a voice calling out to me—Zion's voice—pleading, desperate.
As I tried to piece it all together, a familiar face appeared before me. "You're finally awake! You're in a hospital
