Winnie had no idea what was happening to her.

Her body was completely immobile, and she lay there, questioning everything. Wasn't she already dead? How could her eyes still open?

She vaguely remembered someone pulling her out just before the explosion.

"You're awake?" A deep, familiar voice broke the silence.

Winnie's eyes widened in shock as the man's face came into focus. It was him!

The masked man.

Her eyes burned with anger, glaring at him as if she wanted to tear him apart.

Unfazed, the man smirked and said, "Don't look at me like that. I saved you. If it weren't for me, you'd already be dead. Show some respect to your savior." Winnie couldn't speak, so her furious glare only intensified.

The man nonchalantly patted her shoulder. "Focus on recovering. I still have plans for you."

Her pupils trembled. What did he mean by that? What was this man planning?

*

on the other side of town, Jamie was still feverish and delirious, murmuring Winnie's name

visibly anxious, called

take her to the hospital," Caleb grumbled, though he still showed up as

"How is she? She's had this fever since last night, even after taking

composed Ben was now tense, his concern written

to the hospital, but she had refused,

Jamie so weak and frail. It made him

her condition, Caleb took a moment before responding. "Her fever is triggered by emotional distress. From

darkened. He thought back to Jamie's behavior

"That makes sense," Caleb

too hard. It's left her emotionally shaken, to the point where it's affecting her

she recover?" Ben asked,

take time. Right now, you need

Charlie who

whose cheeks were flushed from the fever, and then motioned for Caleb

a low voice, "How are

schedule the heart transplant. But with

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