Sarah's POV
The world blurred in and out of focus as strong arms lifted me. Voices shouted around me, distant and frantic. I felt the cold tile of the bathroom floor against my cheek before everything tilted. The empty pill bottle lay beside me, the sleeping pills I had taken one after another in the dark hours of the night, desperate for silence, for escape, for anything but the suffocating weight of this cage I'm living in.
“Sarah! Sarah, wake up!” Adrian’s voice was calm even in panic, never rising, but urgent. He scooped me up, my body limp and heavy.
Eleanor’s sharp commands cut through the haze. “Call the driver. Now. We’re taking her to St. Mercer Hospital. Move!”
The drive was a blur of flashing city lights and Eleanor barking orders into her phone. My head lolled against Adri
