Logan's POV
I've been dreaming for a long time.I know I'm dreaming because the colors are wrong — too bright at the edges, too dark in the center, the way things look when your body is working too hard to keep you alive to spare anything for your eyes. I hear her crying. I feel it more than hear it — a sound that comes through the walls of sleep and lands in my chest like something with weight. Lynn. Somewhere close. Crying in the dark and I can't reach her and I can't open my eyes.
I try. I try again. Nothing moves.
I stay under for what feels like days.
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When I open my eyes, the ceiling is white and unfamiliar. First thing I do is take inventory: hands, feet, the pull of something in my arm. Hospital. The smell confirms it — antiseptic, recycled air, the nothing-scent of a room c
