**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
by Sage Hunter Lane
It was well over an hour before Nyla finally made her way to the hospital, her heart racing with concern. The sterile scent of antiseptic hit her as she entered the building, a stark contrast to the warmth she had hoped to bring with her.
As she approached Valarie’s room, the sight of her friend lying in the hospital bed made Nyla’s heart sink. But the moment she opened the container of soup, Valarie’s expression shifted from hope to disappointment, her face falling like a curtain drawn on a stage.
Nyla settled herself in the chair beside the bed, the plastic crinkling beneath her as she placed the soup down. “Alright, just hang in there a few more days,” she encouraged, trying to inject some cheer into the somber atmosphere. “Once you’re out of this place, you can eat whatever you want. No more hospital food, I promise!”
Valarie let out a heavy sigh, her fingers curling around the spoon as if it were a lifeline. “By the way, I heard that the two men who forced me to jump were hired by Jacqueline?” Her voice held a tremor, a mixture of disbelief and anger that bubbled just beneath the surface.
The memory of that horrifying night flooded back to Valarie, the chaos and fear that had engulfed her when those men had stormed in. It felt surreal, like a nightmarish sequence that she couldn’t quite shake off. What if she hadn’t jumped? The thought sent a chill down her spine.
Nyla’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over her features. “Yeah. She claimed she only wanted them to take some indecent photos of you, not to push you into jumping,” she replied, her voice laced with anger and disbelief.
Valarie scoffed, the sound bitter on her lips. “Am I supposed to swallow that nonsense? If I hadn’t jumped, who knows what those men would have done to me? It’s ridiculous to think she had any good intentions!”
Nyla leaned in closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “I also took some pictures of her. If she ever tries to leak your photos, she’ll face the same public disgrace,” she revealed, a glimmer of defiance shining in her eyes.
Valarie turned to Nyla, her disbelief palpable. “How did you manage that?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Clark’s uncle helped me,” Nyla replied, a hint of pride in her voice.
Damon’s involvement made sense; he always had a knack for being in the right place at the right time.

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