Chapter 37

SIENNA

As the world spun, my grip on consciousness wavered. Julian's voice became distant echoes, and the cab's rhythmic hum melded into an indistinct melody. The pain in my arms, once sharp and searing, transformed into a dull throb, fading into the background of my disoriented senses.

When I regained some semblance of awareness, I found myself in a hospital bed, the sterile white surroundings a