worry
It felt like an eternity before they reached the shore, and Lena was barely aware of anything as the man lifted her out of the boat and carried her to dry land. Her body trembled uncontrollably, exhaustion and shock setting in.
The fisherman didn’t waste time. He quickly flagged down a passing car and asked the driver to take her to the nearest hospital. Lena was too weak to protest, too drained to even understand what was happening around her.
The ride to the hospital was a blur. She was rushed inside, her body covered in blankets to keep her warm as doctors and nurses worked swiftly to stabilize her. Her mind barely registered their frantic movements, her thoughts floating in and out of consciousness.
Hours later, Lena awoke in a sterile hospital room, the soft beep of monitors the only sound breaking the silence. Her head ached, her body felt like it had been through hell, but she was alive.
Lena
She stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. How had her life turned into this nightmare? She had been a simple girl, dreaming of fantastical love stories, and now she found herself caught in something far darker than any romance novel she had ever read.
Lena
For a moment, she tried to process everything—the terrifying events that had unfolded, the strange fisherman who had saved her, and the realization that she was still alive. But as the fog of exhaustion lifted, she could no longer ignore the overwhelming sense of dread that clawed at her chest. What if they came looking for her again? What if the mafia came back?
Lena
Her heart raced as the door to her room opened, and a familiar voice cut through the haze.
Lena's mother
"Oh, my God, Lena. We’ve been so worried. Where were you? What happened? You’ve been missing for hours. We—"
Lena's mother
Lena’s mother paused, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the state of her daughter. Lena's wet hair clung to her face, her skin unnaturally pale, and her eyes had that hollow, distant look.
Lena
"I—I don't know," Lena whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking. "I don’t know how I got here. They—" Her words faltered as her mind scrambled to piece together the fragments of what had happened.
Lena
Lena tried to sit up, but the effort left her dizzy. squeezing her mother’s hand. "I was on my way to the market and..."
Just as Lena was about to speak again, the door opened once more, and her father stepped into the room, his face etched with concern. His usually stern demeanor had softened, his eyes filled with worry. He walked to the side of the bed, his large hands gently resting on Lena’s.
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