This hospital thing is a f*****g pain. I need answers like now, but no one is saying anything, because no one knew s**t. I heard them talking when they thought I was asleep. Jace had refused to come see me, how dare he?
How could he despise me so much after everything we'd meant to each other? And how embarrassing! Luckily I know who's behind it though, so my ire is directed at the right person.
It was a chore to keep the anger hidden, but I was able to pull it off for the last few days. My mind is full of scenarios of the many things I can do with this. It was hard not to smirk at the idea sometimes, as my blood heated up with all the implications.
My wounds were beginning to ache. That was the only thing that truly scared me about this whole mess. I have no recollection of being shot
