White… Everything around Jennifer was so damn white, it felt somehow falsely pristine and unnervingly bland. She knew that hospitals were supposed to look that way, but that didn't stop bile from rising in her throat. She hated hospitals. Her father had spent almost a month at one before passing away. And now, it was Lucas’ turn.
She shook her head at that last thought. Don't think that way! He's been injured, he's not terminally sick, i***t!
Nevertheless, as she forced herself not to run in the hallways while following Scott's lead, she couldn't help how worried she was. Lucas had always stood by her, for the good and the bad, and had never complained about a headache even once. His pride kept him from admitting any weakness, and he just couldn't bring himself to worry his loved ones an
