77-Hope POV
I woke up with night sweats, sitting up in bed, visions of death swirling in my head. It was the first time I'd never had a dream, so vivid, I'd swear it was a vision of the future. Alex heard my whimpering and came running. Regan wasn't far behind.
"What is it baby? What's going on?" Alex kissed the top of my head as he held me.
I shook my head. "I don't wanna talk about it, just please, hold me." I whimpered into his chest.
As I lay in between these two massive men, it did little to slow my terrified heart.
The night was dark, every now and then, a blinking red light would go off, the sound of an alarm would blare and the shuffle of feet would sound around the room. I tried to sit up, to look around, but my hands and legs were tied to the bed. I was...there. In the room.
