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Claire's POV

I don't know where I was, but after struggling to wake up, I finally could open my groggy eyes and take a look at where I was.

The white walls and white bed and sheets were a clear indication that I was in a hospital. My throat felt parched and I looked around at mom sitting by my stool, dozing off. To my utter astonishment, I saw dad lying on the sofa and Stefan sitting on a chair, with his eyes closed. What time was it? Why was everyone sleeping? How long was I unconscious?

My movements must...