Secret Panic

Hazel

Where… am I? Everything’s blurry.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wait—is that a heart rate monitor?

Oh shit. My eyes snap open, and I bolt upright, I glance to my left.

Am I… in a hospital?

This doesn’t look like a hospital. It looks like one of those rich-people rooms in magazines. The walls are cream-colored, the bed is adjustable with gold railings, and there’s a bouquet of flowers that probably costs