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le. My father. They had left him there, a silent, damning testament to their cruelty. My legs felt like lead, my body a de

se, echoing uselessly in the empty hallway

. He turned, his gaze falling on my bloodied face. A flicker of something – concern? surpr

ture, the mere thought of his touch making my sk

nished, replaced by the familiar, chilling mask. "Ava,

dead because of you! Because of your precious Kimberli! How can you stand there, so

regrettable, Ava. But it was a complication of a pre-existing condition, exacerbated by your refusal to sign the

elped! And now you're worried about her 'unfortunate incident'?" I pointed a trembling finger at Kimberli, who was now hi

li is under immense stress. You attacked her. She's

echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "She's a sociopath! A medical professional who uses

e speak about Kimberli like that!" He took a step towards me, his hand reaching for my throat. The guards ti

le second I wasted on you!" I struggled against the guards, desperate to b

arly unstable. Take her to room 3B in the isolation wing. Sedate h

just like before. My head reeled. "No! Chris, please! My father! I need to be with

down the corridor. My head throbbed, the blood from my wound was drying on my sk

d, Ava," he called after me, his voice distantly co

ed me into a dark, confined space. The door slammed shut, plunging me into darkness. The last thing I heard was the click of a