As Sylvia's eyes slowly fluttered open, a wave of disorientation swept over her. The world around her seemed hazy, and her mind struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Flashes of the moments leading up to her passing out danced in her memory, like a fragmented puzzle she was desperately trying to piece together.
Her first coherent thought was a jumbled mix of confusion and relief. What happened? Was it a dream? No, it felt too real! I must have passed out… shock? Yes, shock! The realization settled in, and Sylvia began to recall the overwhelming surge of emotions that had crashed over her, leaving her vulnerable and powerless.
Blinking to clear her vision, she noticed the concerned faces of her friends hovering above her. Their expressions were a mix of relief and worry, their eyes searching her own for signs of consciousness and understanding.
