In the midst of this nightmarish moment, where the very walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on me, I knew I had to find strength from somewhere deep inside—a place untouched by fear, untouched by pain. This was a place born of desperation and the primal instinct to survive. I had to think quickly, even as my world crumbled around me.
I felt his breath, hot and seething with anger, and I knew I needed to find a way to reach the call button, something to alert the outside world before it was too late. My mind raced, trying to remember its location. It had to be on the side of the bed, near my hand, if only I could reach out.
“You’re nothing without me, Nancy,” Ethan sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Just a broken doll.”
