Saving Beckett

Thalia’s POV

The sharp smell of medical-grade bleach hit the back of my throat, anchoring me to the surgical ward. Today was the day they were cutting Beckett open. I couldn't stop pacing the corridor. Every time my hand hovered over his door handle, my nerve dissolved. I couldn't look at him, not when my own reckless choices had put him in that bed.

Suffocating under the guilt, I marched straig