I blow out a shaky breath and rub my hands over my face when I realize something.

My necklace.

My ring.

I grab at my fingers, which are naked. Then my neck, covered in bandages.

Nothing.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Every damn time I enter a hospital…

Panic has me looking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It's most likely that someone took my jewelry off when I was brought in.

My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tethering me to the bed. A thin IV line snakes its ...