Chapter 11: Stay still
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~Lisaβs POV
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light above me. The ceiling was unfamiliar, plain, white, and too bright. For a moment, I didnβt know where I was. My body felt heavy, like it had been tied down, and my throat was dry like sandpaper. I tried to move my head, and a dull ache throbbed at the back of my skull.
I turned slightly and realized I was lying on a hospital bed. A thin blanket covered me, and I could feel something taped to my arm. I looked down and saw a drip connected to me, a bag of clear fluid hanging beside the bed.
Everything came back to me in pieces, the hunger, the thirst, the cruel voices of the maids, the angry eyes of the triplets, the shame of being treated like I was nothing. And then... blackness.
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"Youβre awake," a soft voice said beside me.
When I opened my eyes, everything felt hazy at first, the white ceiling above me, the faint beeping of a machine nearby, the cool feeling of a drip in my arm. My body ached with weakness, but at least I was alive... and not alone.
I blinked slowly, my vision adjusting to the soft lighting in the room. That was when I saw him sitting on a chair beside the bed. A boy.
He looked close to my age. His face was calm, kind even, and not like the faces Iβd grown used to, full of scorn, cruelty, or pity. He had warm tan skin and dark, neatly cut hair, and his brown eyes met mine the second I shifted.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, his voice soft and full of concern.
