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Cyra
My headache hasn’t gone down yet, but at least my surroundings are less blurry by now and time no longer seems to constantly slip away every time I blink.
I know that Max and Audrey are really worried about me and that something must be really wrong for them to keep fussing over me like this. But most of the time I’m too tired to pay much attention. I know that I need to get better, and that things will surely start making more sense once I’m healed some more.
That’s what I keep holding onto, the thought that once I’ve healed some more, everything will surely start making sense again.
“Do you want to drink something?” Max rolls closer in his wheelchair and holds a cup of water with a straw out to me.
“Thanks.” I gladly accept it and take a couple of sips from it. My throat is
