Page 307 of Wrong Pucking Player

The woman is covered in a blanket and takes the majority of the couch sofa as she lays against the man who’s using the wall to rest his head as he’s sitting at the end of the couch.

A part of me remembers them, like a sense of familiarity that carries a longing to it, but I don’t know their names.

“Meow?”

I peer down to see Muffin as she happily sits on my hand.

Smiling the best I can, I decide it’s best I don’t speak or move so I don’t wake anyone up.

Closing my eyes again, the touch to my cheek encourages me to wake up once more. Opening my eyes halfway, I’m greeted with stormy blue eyes that widen at my wakefulness.

“Xandra,” he whispers as relief washes over his tired face. “Oscar, wake up.”

“Hmm?” Armani barely opens his eyes, looking half asleep as he glances at this man like he’s crazy. I want to close my eyes and sleep again, but I catch Armani’s jerking movement as he’s now awake and reaching over to press a soft hand to my right cheek.

“Kenzie?”

The best I can do is a ‘hmm’ sound as my eyes droop like I could fall asleep any moment now.

“Kenzie, baby. Stay awake just a bit,” Armani whispers as he rubs his thumb against my cheek.

I want to complain, but I don’t like that pleading concern in his voice.It’s strong enough to encourage me to obey, despite struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Wyatt. Can you get the Doc?” Armani asks.

“Certainly. One sec.”

Despite fighting it, I’m slipping in and out of consciousness.It’s like having a burst of energy, then suddenly feeling it disintegrate when you least expect it.

The strokes through my hair encourage me to wake again as a sweet perfume that reminds me of Oud and daisies tickles my nose.

“Sofiya?”

Opening my heavy eyelids, I look into a set of mesmerizing blue eyes with hints of green and specs of gold. Those eyes are growing glassy by the second, making me wonder why she’s sad.

“Will she keep going in and out of consciousness like this?” An older male questions with concern.

“It’s expected for her to be so drowsy after the various medications we used to save her life. Adding the concussion and having her sinking in frigid waters, a slow wakefulness is expected. We don’t want her waking up promptly and shocking her system. It could bring a negative effect.”

“So, this isn’t a bad sign?” Armani confirms.

“No, not at all. It would be best to ask her simple questions she can answer for now. I know the police are waiting for a statement from her, but I’d wait until she’s fully coherent and there are no more chances of increased intracranial pressure.”

“She should make a full recovery, yes?” A voice comes from my left side, but I’m still focused on the beautiful woman on my right side.

“High chances, yes. I say that simply because we’re not sure if there’ll be complications along the path of recovery. Regardless, I and my specialized team will do everything in our power to ensure she’s well taken care of and this next process is as smooth as it can be.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” the older man expresses.

“Sofiya?” the woman whispers. “Kenzie?”

I can’t help but keep staring at her.

She’s so pretty.

Her blonde locks are short like mine used to be, peeking out of the teal sash of silk that’s wrapped around her head, which makes me curious if she’s wearing it for religious reasons or to tame her appearance.

Either way, she reminds me of myself.

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