129 Awake

Abby's eyelids fluttered open, the harsh light of the hospital room piercing through the haze of her consciousness. Blinking away the blur, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The sterile smell of antiseptic assaulted her senses, mingling with the faint scent of flowers that someone had brought in, a stark contrast to the clinical environment.

Confusion washed over her as fragmented memories began to surface. She remembered the despair that had engulfed her, the overwhelming darkness that had driven her to that fateful decision. Slitting her wrist had seemed like the only way to escape the suffocating pain, the relentless torment that had consumed her mind.

But now, as she lay in the hospital bed, her gaze fell upon the figure beside her. Remo. His presence was a jolt to her senses, a lifeline amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She watched him sleep, his features softened in repose, his breaths steady and rhythmic.