CLOVER'S POV:

The door handle is slick in my hands. I don't know what is waiting for me inside the hospital room. Breathing in and out, I try to pull myself together.

Jett pats me on the back, pushing me forward slightly.

My heart is drumming in my chest as I try to rationalise everything. He's okay, I tell myself. He's just asleep.

Jett's hand covers mine on the door handle, pulling it down. Without his help, I'd probably stand here for an hour or something ...