Chapter 101

• Brayden’s eyelids fluttered open, and a dull, persistent pain shot through his head. The beeping of the hospital monitor and the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air.
• His vision was blurry at first, but as he adjusted, he saw the white ceiling above him, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls.
• His throat was dry, his body weak, but none of that mattered. A surge of panic coursed through his veins as he tried to sit up.