Blurb：
After dying from organ failure, Eileen Collins wakes up in the Hospital three months before her death. She remembers everything: Lorelei Jones's Sleep Exchange System stealing her rest, Kevin Chow's betrayal, and her tragic end in the Dormitory. Now back in time, Eileen is determined to uncover the truth and reclaim her life. As she returns to Dormitory 302, she faces Lorelei's fake concern and Kevin's manipulative messages. With memories of the Hospital's disinfectant smell and her skeletal arms haunting her, Eileen plots her revenge. Will she break free from the Sleep Exchange System's grip? Dive into this gripping tale of second chances, betrayal, and supernatural suspense.Content：
The odor of disinfectant, like a frigid serpent, insinuated itself through her nasal passages and into her lungs, meandering through Eileen Collins's chest cavity.She opened her eyes with a start, her gaze meeting the stark white ceiling of the Hospital, the IV line distorting into a grotesque helix before her.
The vital signs monitor emitted a rhythmic pulse, each beat like a heavy hammer blow against her temples, triggering a splitting headache.
"You are awake?" A nurse pushed the door open, the tray in her hand emitting a light metallic clatter. "How do you feel? Your organ failure was severe; any later, and it would have been critical."
Organ failure...
Eileen Collins's fingers trembled slightly, the phrase a rusty key violently wrenching open the floodgates of memory.
She remembered herself curled into a fetal position on the Dormitory floor, her heart clutched in the grip of an unseen hand, each breath tainted with the metallic tang of blood.
Lorelei Jones's ostensibly concerned face flickered before her eyes, a subtle glimmer of triumph lurking within.
And Kevin Chow, her once deeply beloved boyfriend, had only ever shown impatient disgust whenever she tearfully recounted her suffering from insomnia.
She threw back the covers, intending to sit up, only to find her arms skeletal, the blood vessels beneath her skin starkly visible.
This was her condition preceding death in her previous life: weak, desperate, abandoned by the entire world.
But now, she had returned.
Eileen Collins abruptly looked at the electronic calendar at the head of the bed – September 17th.
A full three months remained before her sudden death in the dormitory in her previous life.
Lorelei Jones's Sleep Exchange System must have been installed recently, still in its debugging phase.
This time, she would not be at anyone's mercy again.
The discharge formalities were completed with uncanny ease.
Eileen Collins stood at the Hospital entrance, the autumn sun casting an almost surreal warmth upon her.
She inhaled deeply, the sterile scent of Disinfectant now replaced by the cacophony of the street and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, a message from Kevin Chow: "I heard you were hospitalized. Are you alright? Lorelei mentioned you haven't been yourself lately. Burning the candle at both ends again?"
The familiar accusatory tone, identical to that of her previous life.
Eileen Collins offered a cold sneer, offering no response.
She turned and headed towards the bus stop, her destination clear: the school Dormitory.
When she pushed open the door to Dormitory 302, Lorelei Jones was seated at her desk, reading. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting a picture of idyllic serenity.
Seeing Eileen Collins enter, Lorelei Jones immediately set down her book, her face adopting a perfectly timed expression of concern: "Eileen Collins, you're back! How are you feeling? What did the doctor say?"
Her eyes were bright and lively, her skin fair and delicate, a perfect smile played on her lips, making her appear energetic and radiant.
Eileen Collins surveyed her with studied indifference, noting the complete absence of periorbital dark circles beneath her eyes, and the smooth, lustrous quality of her hair—gifts bestowed by deep sleep, gifts that rightfully belonged to her.
"It's nothing, just a touch of hypoglycemia." Eileen Collins set down her backpack, her tone even. "Probably haven't been resting well lately."
"Then you must get some rest." Lorelei Jones said with concern, "We have to submit our term paper next week. How will you manage like this? Should I help you look over the materials?"
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