Draven POV

I hated it.

The pristine halls full of families with dull faces as they talked in low tones. The way their shoulders hunched into their chests as they waited on benches for the doctor’s diagnosis.

I hated it.

The sterile air that plagued the hallways and the smell of disinfectant that burned my nostrils every time I made the mistake of inhaling deeply.

I hated it.

The way people glanced at me only to immediately look away once they realized who I was. The ...