HARPER'S POV
The air in the room feels weird the next morning. Thick, like it's waiting for something to happen. I wake up before the sun even rises, still feeling that tightness in my chest from the day before.
There is this weird feeling in my chest. It's not pain exactly, not like yesterday, but it's tight. Like my body knows something is coming and it's already bracing for it. The light coming through the window is soft, and the infirmary's quiet, except for the low beeping of the monitor beside me and the occasional shuffle of a nurse checking on someone across the room. I sit up slowly. My side still burns from the wound, but I push past it.
I don't know why, but I can't shake this heavy feeling that something's about to go wrong again.
I didn't sleep much, just tossed
