Chapter 128
- **Ayla**
- The sharp scent of antiseptic hit me first, followed by the low, rhythmic beeping that seemed to echo in my skull, pulling me from the thick fog of unconsciousness.
- My eyelids felt like lead, but when I finally forced them open, the harsh glare of fluorescent lights stabbed at my vision, and the sterile white walls told me what I needed to know—I was in a hospital room.