Reese POV
“She’ll be fine.”
“Her hands just moved.”
“She’s waking up.”
The voices sound far away at first, blurred and overlapping, like echoes bouncing inside my skull.
My eyelids feel heavy, glued shut but I force them open.
Light hits me—bright and sudden. My vision swims before everything settles into focus.
Faces.
At least twelve pairs of eyes staring down at me.
My chest tightens. For a second, I can’t breathe.
Then, slowly, the faces sharpen into focus, Finn. Nolan. Cole. Knox. Rosabelle. And one woman I don’t recognize, standing beside her in a white coat.
I blink hard, trying to understand where I am. The ceiling looks white, sterile. There’s a faint smell of antiseptic in the air. I’m not in my room anymore.
“Can you see me?” Rosabelle asks, leaning closer.
I nod we
