Author's POV:
Shruthi's eyelids fluttered, heavy and reluctant, as if dragging her back into consciousness took every bit of strength she had left. The harsh white light from the overhead lamp pricked at her eyes, forcing her to squint. Her vision blurred for a moment before gradually sharpening, revealing the sterile white walls, the faint hum of the ceiling fan, and the soft rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside her.
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