Lazily opening her eyes, Wyleen blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright light of the infirmary. Coming back into consciousness further, she could feel the mask on her face forcing air into her lungs, making her cough as she tried to breathe on her own. Pulling the mask from her face, gasping to fill her lungs properly, she noticed the needles and monitor wires coming from her extremities. She felt heavy, panting slightly as her lungs readjusted to breathing on their own. Wyleen glanced around the room; she was alone for the time being, accepting of the silence as she acclimated to consciousness. Rubbing her flat belly, she jolted upright, becoming frantic as she looked about the room. The panic-stricken woman started pulling the needles out of her, the wires off of her, causing the mach
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