Chapter 57

ROWAN

A groan left my lips as I forced myself to sit up on the bed.

I looked up at the half full IV bag passing some drip into my veins and sighed.

I hate hospitals. I’d rather be at home than in a place that reminds me of my past.

A memory flashed before my eyes.

I was thirteen, gripping my broken, bleeding wrist as my father brought me to Dr. Aris to get treated. My wrist was so badly broke