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... my eyes fluttered open to a bright, sterile white ceiling and the faint scent of antiseptic filling my nose. For a second, I was confused. Then, the weight of everything hit me. The explosion. The toxic gas. The fact that Liam...no, Alex...had to carry me out.
My head felt heavy, my throat dry, and when I tried to move, a sharp ache shot through my ankle. Right. Sprained.
How could I forget?
"You're awake!" My mom's relieved voice snapped my attention to her. She was sitt ...
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