Is it still there?
*Torren* I wake up slowly, a haze of pain and confusion clouding my thoughts. The world around me is muffled, as if wrapped in thick fog, and I blink against the brightness that pierces through. There’s a weight on my chest, a familiar warmth, and I turn my head to see Raylee sitting beside me, her face a mixture of relief and worry. “Torren,” she whispers, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “You need to stay still. You’ve lost a lot of blood, and your body is still healing.” I try to respond, to tell her I understand, but my throat feels scratchy and raw. Instead, I focus on the burning sensation radiating from my arm. Panic surges through me as I remember the attack, the searing pain that consumed me. “Raylee,” I croak, “is my arm… is it still there?” The question feels ab
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