MYKEL
The incessant beeping of the machine and the overpowering, nose-stinging odor of antiseptics gradually roused me from my slumber. Even before anyone spoke a word, the unmistakable hospital smell left no doubt about my surroundings. Though it might have gone unnoticed by others, I've always possessed an acute sensitivity to that particular scent.
“I am glad you’ve decided to join us once again.” Lucas, his face bearing its customary deadpan expression, approached my bedside and cast a condescending glance my way. "Good morning," he drawled, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his less-than-warm welcome. Making a conscious effort, I attempted to sit up, and Lucas promptly responded by offering a pillow to cushion my bandaged arm, ensurin
