Nasya's POV
The hospital room was pitch black, but my enhanced vision pierced through the darkness, revealing Austin sitting in the corner.
Am I hallucinating? Or am I dead too—is this hell? Is that why I'm seeing Austin's ghost?
"You... you're alive?" The words left my lips barely louder than the hum of medical equipment, weighted with disbelief.
I distinctly remembered my healing attempt failing—Austin had been declared dead. Had I actually succeeded?