**SUZANA'S POV:**
I drifted in and out of consciousness, the haze of medication wrapping around me like a blanket, but each time reality seeped in, it brought with it a wave of panic. The bright light and the sterile smell of the hospital reminded me of where I was, and I fought against the tide of fear threatening to pull me under once again.
Hours—or maybe just minutes—passed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that consumed me. Sounds muffled in the background; voices mingled with the beeping machines, and the weight of my memories clawed at the edges of my mind. Gripped by an insatiable sense of dread, I barely registered the presence of a nurse moving about the room until she suddenly stopped, abruptly turning to leave.
"Please," I thought, but my voice was trapped inside, barely a whisper against the fear that coiled within me.
