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Shiloh
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The rhythmic beeping of machines slowly ushers me into consciousness and my eyes flutter open, adjusting to the sterile hospital room bathed in soft light.
Confusion grips me for a moment, the fog of anesthesia lifting as reality returns like crashing waves, and then it hits me—the blurred memories of the night, the harrowing ordeal, and the soul-numbing pair of eyes staring into mine.
Panic surges through me, and I sit up abruptly, my body instinctively recoiling from the IV hooked to my arm while the room swims. But just then, I hear a familiar voice speak next to me, telling me it’s okay.
“Kyler!” I gasp, my voice catching in my throat, realizing I’m hallucinating as I scoot away from him, trying to get away.
“It’s okay. It’s me, baby. Y
