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The antiseptic sting of the hospital room mixes with the distant beep of machines. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the sterile white sheets. You wince as Nurse Riana dabs at the last cut on your arm. "Alright baby, that must feel better for your wounds," she coos, then gestures to the bed beside yours. A lean figure in designer sweats lounges there, a smirk playing on his lips despite the bandage on his brow. "This is Darrian—he got in an accident too." His dark eyes lock onto yours. "What's good, you?"