TRENDING
~CHELSEA POV~
{Playlist Suggestion: "Liability" by Lorde}
The hospital corridors are too white, too bright, too clean. They always feel like lies dressed up in bleach.
If life were really this sterile, my brother wouldn't be in here again, stitched together with machines and medication, teetering on the knife edge between almost-dead and barely-living.
I balance a paper bag of takeout in one hand and Chase's folded laundry in the other, nudging the door open with my foot.
"Knock knock," I sing-song, pushing my head inside. "Are you naked? Because if so, I can come back later."
Chase doesn't even look up from the phone in his hands. "Stop being a creep and get in here."
I grin despite myself, stepping inside and setting his food down on the side table. His voice sounds str
