ZION'S POV
I slowly opened my eyes, greeted by the sterile whiteness of a ceiling overhead. The faint, antiseptic scent fills my nostrils, a clear indicator of my location. I turn my head gingerly to the right, and as suspected, I find myself in a hospital room, the stark reality of my situation beginning to sink in. My heart beats a little faster as an unsettling sense of vulnerability washes over me.
With a cautious effort, I shift my gaze to the left, compelled by an inexplicable instinct that I am not alone. To my surprise, I find a girl sleeping beside me, her head resting softly on the edge of my hospital bed. She’s in a seated position, her hair cascading down, partially obscuring her face. A wave of curiosity crashes over me, mingled with a deeper sense of confusion.
“Who is she
