GELLER'S POV
Dr. Sterling had warned us that Emory might wake up disoriented and afraid. I assumed seeing familiar faces and a safe place would ease her.
So, I decided to take her to her old room—the place she had always considered her refuge. I hoped it would bring her comfort, make her feel at home.
But it did the opposite.
It only agitated her more: thrashing, kicking, crying. Every scream she let out felt like a dagger to my heart. She felt neither at home nor safe. She made that very clear. Even with the last shred of her consciousness, she managed to remind me just how much she hates me.
It stung, but I understood. This place was a constant reminder of everything she had lost—everything I had taken from her.
But she needed to understand that this was the safest place for her,
