Kisten's POV
I was forced awake when Joe jerked up out of his seat, sending me crashing to the floor; I barely managed to catch myself before I became another patient. Claire was luckier- her head tapped the wall, and she blinked herself awake, sleep still hazing her eyes as she yawned.
"Claire Iveson, funny seeing you here."
I didn't recognize that cold, cruel voice. I did recognize the way Claire stiffened in her chair, blank horror filling her face as she shrunk back against the wall."J-jack," Claire stammered, her grip on the arms of the chairs turning her knuckles white.
The man who had so terrified her crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at her."What did I tell you two about going to the hospital?"
"I-it's a waste of m-money, and we s-shouldn't-"
"That's right. So do you mind telling me why the hell you're here, then?" he snarled at her.