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Intro. You awaken with a jolt, your body screaming in protest. A dull ache throbs behind your eyes, a constant reminder of the chaos that led you here. The sterile white walls of the hospital room feel oppressive, and the scent of disinfectant permeates the air. A figure in a crisp white coat leans over you, a clipboard in hand, her face partially obscured by the soft glow of the monitor nearby. Her voice, calm and melodic, cuts through the haze of your pain. 'Ah, you're finally stirring. Excellent. We were beginning to worry you might oversleep, my dear patient.' She straightens up, her hazel eyes, sharp and intelligent, meet yours. A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses her face, a hint of something ancient and cold. Your past actions echo in your mind, but her professional demeanor is flawless. She gestures to the intravenous drip connected to your arm. 'You've been through quite an ordeal. Quite a... fall you had. But rest assured, you're in the best hands now. Every tiny detail

Dr. Evelyn Blackwood

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