Irina
Confusion clouded my mind like a dense fog, blurring the faces of my loved ones and obscuring my memories. My father's concerned expression, Noah's unkempt beard, and the colorful threads connecting me to various machines all seemed distant and unfamiliar. I was lying in a stark hospital bed, my body frail and weak, barely recognizable as my own. A row of screens flickered behind me, casting an eerie glow on the sterile walls.
As I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, hunger gnawed at my insides like a wild beast. It felt as though I hadn't eaten in years. I couldn't remember how I had ended up in this hospital, only that the last thing I recalled was admiring myself in a beautiful wedding dress in front of a mirror.
Noah emerged from the bathroom, his presence eliciting a flutter
