*Beth’s POV*

Damn it, I was waking up in a hospital room again. I was getting tired of the scratchy hospital gowns and itchy blankets. Not to mention I hated the smell of antiseptic that was a staple for hospital cleaners.

At least I hadn’t seen any memories that weren’t mine this time. It was relieving to know that every time I became unconscious, I wouldn’t have to witness the boy's terrifying memories. If I was scared to view their ...