Phoebe opened her eyes to a blinding white ceiling, feeling disoriented. "Am I dead? Why is hell so bright?" she thought.


    Her throat burned, and her chest ached as her senses returned. Pain spread through her bones like vines, suffocating her and squeezing her lungs.@@novelbin@@


    She closed her eyes and smirked. She wasn''t dead, but living felt worse. ''What did I do to deserve this?'' she wondered.


    Suddenly, warmth enveloped her hand. Her eyshes fluttered as a familiar grip held her palm. She turned her head, feeling numb.


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