Lauren
The little red pill sat in the center of my palm, looking entirely too innocent for something that promised a week of pain and chaos.
Liam’s words echoed in my head: “Take one every morning. And… hold on.” Not exactly comforting instructions.
I exhaled, rolled my shoulders, and swallowed it dry.
It burned going down.
I sat there, waiting for something dramatic to happen—lightning, maybe? Sudden nausea? Explosive transformation? But nothing. Just the dull hum of my bedroom and the distant sound of someone walking downstairs. I sighed. Maybe Liam had been overhyping this whole thing.
Or maybe not.
The first sign that things were different came as I stepped into the hospital for work. I’d barely gotten through the doors when sound exploded around me. It was like someone had tur
