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The light streamed through the slightly scratched panes of the small hospital room, where Zulfia lay on an old iron bed. Faded curtains with a simple floral pattern hung over the window, doing little to hide the worn-out walls. The heart monitor beeped steadily, occasionally breaking the silence. The sheet with pale blue patterns was carelessly tucked in, and the air in the room carried a faint scent of antiseptic and dampness.
A man in a blue shirt sat dozing in a chair by the bed, his arms folded on his knees. His shirt was wrinkled, and a cheap knockoff of an expensive watch adorned his wrist.
Zulfia slowly opened her eyes. "Ugh... where am I..." The thought drifted through her mind like a murmur. Her consciousness felt like it was clawing its way out of thick, sticky darkness. Her mind was blank. Her body felt heavy, especially in her lower abdomen—an odd sense of fullness and... weakness. This was nothing like waking up from a normal sleep. Her chest... heavy, as if something pressed down on her and was bound tight by something unfamiliar, something constricting. Her pulse quickened.
"What... what happened to me? Where... where am I? I was in the cave, and then... what then? I passed out?"