Eira's pov
I'm not ready to die.
That thought loops like a whisper in the back of my mind as I drift in and out of the haze. There's beeping around me, distant voices, the hum of machines working harder than I ever imagined my body would need them to.
I try to move.
Pain clamps down like chains.
Every inch of me screams, but my heart,my heart feels numb. The weight inside me isn't just physical; it's emotional, mental, spiritual. Like grief poured concrete into my veins.
Everything hurts.
But I'm still here.
I don't know why.
Maybe I should've slipped away. Maybe I wanted to. But my mind… it refused. Even as my body betrayed me, even as the shadows closed in, there was something inside me that wouldn't let go.
Or someone.