- Aria -
The world around me began to blur and warp as the medications coursed through my veins, weaving a comforting numbness that drowned out the rising tide of anxiety. It was peculiar—how one moment, I was scrutinizing the sterile room, its bright lights glinting off the machinery, and the next, it felt as if the entire universe was just a thin veil, suspended between a reality that was too raw to confront and a dream I was drifting into.
The surgical gown clung to me like a promise—fragile yet filled with potential. It felt odd, this flimsy fabric meant for moments of precision and healing. Its softness contrasted starkly with the cold metal of the gurney beneath me, an unwilling bed in the theater of my fears. I glanced around at the team of medical personnel bustling like bees in
