Fragile Reality

Vivienne’s POV

I sat slumped in one of the hard plastic chairs outside the theatre, still wearing the gown from what had turned into the worst night of my life. The hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and stale air, and the fluorescent lights above me felt too bright. My head throbbed as if it wanted to split open, and every time I blinked, flashes of the night came rushing back; Valentin’s