Fourteen Stitches

KELLAN’S POV

Hospitals had a very specific kind of silence. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind.

The kind filled with distant footsteps, muffled voices, and the faint beeping of machines behind closed doors.

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my back

resting against the wall as I stared down at the fresh white bandage wrapped around my arm.

The doctor had already finished stitching the cut.