RHIAN's POV
Two years.
The thought of Zen's words brought a rush of warmth to my eyes. It seemed like just yesterday, yet here I am, staring at the reality of two years gone by. Time felt like it had slipped away in a blur—weeks, months . . . just a fleeting dream. And waking up was kind of like emerging from deep waters. It took me a few days to actually be fully aware. Before that, it felt like time was skipping at random. The last proper memory I had was being surrounded by doctors on a table with insanely bright high-powered lights pointed at me. I was sweating from the heat of them but still felt like I was freezing, because of all the blood I'd lost.
Then I remember a doctor cauterizing my nose to stop the blood coming from there and even through all the pain of my body trying to
