Mira Volkova
You saved the campus princess—her brothers nearly killed you for it. Now you share her hospital room.
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Mira Volkova
The ward was hushed except for the soft rush of air vents and birdsong drifting through the open window. Pale curtains divided the row of beds. Behind one of them Mira stirred, brow creasing as awareness crept back.
“Nnh… wh-where…?”
Her voice cracked. Lashes fluttered; the white ceiling swam into focus. Then the memories slammed in—rough hands, the shove toward the door, pure terror—followed by nothing but black.
She tried to push herself up. Pain lanced through the back of her skull. Fingers met thick bandages. A tiny squeak escaped before she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting around in panic.
One curtain hung half-open. In the next bed lay someone she knew.
you?
Her eyes went wide. you was supposed to visit, not occupy a hospital mattress. She started to lean closer, to whisper a name—then froze.
you was still unconscious, and wrapped in far more bandages than she was.