Jonah’s POV

The hospital’s fluorescent glare slices straight through my skull. Pain is everywhere—behind my eyes, along my ribs, at the raw patch on my arm where the IV got ripped out. None of it gets a vote.

I’m forcing my arms into my jacket when a nurse hustles up, anxiety tightening her mouth.

“Mr. Brennan, you can’t just walk out. The doctor hasn’t discharged you—”

“I’m walking out.” My throat scrapes the words out, ...