Getting back on her feet
*Dylan* I blink against the harsh fluorescent lights, my head pounding like a jackhammer. Confusion swirls around me, suffocating and strange. It takes a moment to register that I’m lying in a hospital bed, the smell of flowers filling my nostrils. I turn my head slightly, seeing several bouquets on the side table. Panic grips me as I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy, like I’m wading through molasses… what happened? I remember Sinclair… the alley… “Dylan, sweetheart, take it easy.” I hear my mom’s voice, soft and soothing, but it’s not enough to calm the storm inside me. I squint and see her, my dad looming behind her, his presence as solid as ever. “Where am I?” I croak, my throat dry and scratchy. “You’re in the hospital,” my dad says, his voice firm but laced with concern. “
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