_Mira’s POV_
The hospital room felt colder than usual, and my body ached with every small movement. I blinked against the pale light filtering through the blinds. My head was pounding, my limbs were weak, and the bandage on my temple itched. I heard the faint beep of the machines monitoring my vitals and sighed, wishing I could rip the wires off and leave.
I hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too sterile. They made me feel trapped, and I needed to be free. I needed to be anywhere but here.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and the nurse stepped in, carrying a small tray. “Good morning, Mira,” she said with a kind smile. “The doctor has ordered some vitamins and medication to help with your recovery. This will go through your IV.”
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. She moved w
