Layleen
I clutch the collar of the oversized black shirt, pulling the fabric together even though I know the blanket is already covering me. It's a pointless gesture, but I can't seem to stop myself. Oliver left the room only a few minutes ago, yet the restless whirlwind inside my mind makes it feel like hours—maybe even days.
I'm not ready for this. For any of it. For the new reality I've been thrown into without warning.
Dion said he had a plan. I thought that plan was to bring me back, to rescue me. But now… Did he really betray me? After everything we've been through?
I don't get the chance to sink too deep into my thoughts before a light knock breaks the silence, jolting me back to the present. My body tenses as I instinctively check that I'm still wrapped securely in the blanket, my fingers tightening around the fabric.
"Layleen?" A deep yet pleasant male voice drifts through the closed door, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
The doctor is a man.
