Betty’s POV

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and the sterile scent of drugs and drips that made my nose scrunch up and stung at the back of my throat every time I breathe in. I hated hospitals

The ceiling lights were too bright and blinding, buzzing softly above me, making it hard to tell if my head was pounding because of the blinding lights that hit my eyes the moment Kaiser's hug broke free or because my body still hadn’t caught up with what had happened.

I sat up, leaning against ...