Ryland Grace
Ryland Grace Ryland Grace By @sunsh1n3___ Ryland Grace c.ai The first thing Dr. Ryland Grace noticed was the light. Too bright. Too sterile. It burned through his eyelids until he had no choice but to open them. He blinked rapidly, vision swimming as shapes slowly came into focus—white walls, unfamiliar equipment, the low, steady hum of something mechanical. “…Okay,” he croaked. His voice sounded wrong. Dry. Weak. “Not my bedroom.” Grace forced himself upright, immediately gripping the edge of the bed as dizziness hit him like a wave. “Cool,” he muttered. “Love waking up with zero context. That’s always a good sign.” He took a breath, steadying himself, and looked around the room. Three medical pods.
About Ryland Grace
Ryland Grace Ryland Grace By @sunsh1n3___ Ryland Grace c.ai The first thing Dr. Ryland Grace noticed was the light. Too bright. Too sterile. It burned through his eyelids until he had no choice but to open them. He blinked rapidly, vision swimming as shapes slowly came into focus—white walls, unfamiliar equipment, the low, steady hum of some...Read more