The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the private recovery room, thick and suffocating. Sophie lay against the white hospital sheets, her fingers clutching the fabric so tightly her knuckles had turned pale. Her body felt weak, heavy, as if someone had drained all the strength from her bones. A dull ache spread through her abdomen, pulsing with every heartbeat. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her head. A nurse quietly adjusted the IV beside her, careful not to make too much noise.
Sophie ignored her , Her eyes were fixed on the dark stain spreading slowly across the pad beneath her.
Blood.
More blood than there should have been.
The door opened softly and Dr Anna stepped inside, closing it behind her. Her expression was calm and professional, but t
