With people coming and going in the hospital, I stopped fighting to avoid drawing attention.

Soon, Nicholas placed me in the back seat of the car before getting in from the other side.

Then, the car started moving.

I yanked off his jacket, tossed it aside, and moved against the window, desperate for fresh air.

Just then, Charlie's gray Mercedes was leaving. Thinking about today's events made me feel guilty.

The next second, ...