Chapter 30
Marcus
I f*****g hate hospitals.
Maybe it’s because every time I’ve been in one, it’s been for reasons I’d rather forget. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air—sharp, cold, and too clean. It makes me feel small, stripped down, like I wasn't myself.
I wasn’t weak—but hospitals always made me feel that way. They always do.
The doctor stood at the foot of my bed, hands clasped behind his back, his tone calm but firm.
“He’s fortunate,” he began. “His vital signs are stable, but we’ll need to keep him under close observation for the next 24 hours to monitor for any complications—especially neurological ones. We’ll run another scan to make sure there’s no delayed swelling or bleeding in the brain.”
Relief flickered through me, but I didn't let it show.
"Thank goodness," W
