Chapter 24

The beeping sound of the heart monitor was the only thing that soothed the anxious storm crashing within me. Not even the shot of sedative they’d given me before coming to the hospital had worked. I could barely blink. I could barely move, afraid any motion would change the steady rhythm of the beeps jogging across the room—if you could call it a room. A square piece that boxed you in with sharp scents of bleach and alcohol and lifeless colors wasn’t cozy in any way—four identical walls, four equidistant corners, all layered with the same pale shade. White-gray flooring, ivory sheets, eggshell curtains—everything screamed insipid and…dead.