Waking up
*Tommy* I’m floating in a haze, suspended between dreams and reality. The soft beeping of machines surrounds me, punctuating the silence with a rhythmic pulse that feels oddly comforting. There’s a weight in my chest, a heaviness that I can’t quite place, and for a moment, I’m not sure if I want to wake up or slip back into the darkness. But then, a familiar voice cuts through the fog, sharp and clear. “Tommy,” it says, coaxing me back to the surface. “I’m here. You need to fight, okay? Just hold on for me.” My heart stutters at the sound of her voice… Dylan. I try to focus, to pull myself from the depths of my unconsciousness, but my body feels heavy, as if it’s encased in lead. Gritting my teeth, I push through the resistance, willing my eyes to flutter open. Light spills into my vis
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