Wounded Fate

Jeremy pov:

As I lay there, struggling to hold on to consciousness, I could hear the muffled whispers of doctors somewhere in the distance.

Despite my best efforts to make sense of their words, they all seemed to blend together into an unintelligible jargon.

Time passed, and the voices grew fainter and fainter until they receded into an almost imperceptible hum.

Suddenly, the creaking sound of a door pierced through the silence, jolting me back to reality. I could hear the slow footsteps approaching me, and then I felt the warmth of a hand placed gently on my cheek. The touch was tender, comforting, and familiar.

As I lay there, feeling helpless and trapped in my own body, Steve's voice washed over me like a soothing balm.

It was a sound that brought me solace and hope, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about the pain and uncertainty that had brought me to this place.

As I lay there motionless, I desperately wished to open my eyes and speak to Steve, but my body refused to obey m