Sebastian POV
I hated the sound of the hospital. The rustle of activity. The occasional beep of a machine. The sudden rush of people as they tried to save someone. Some found comfort in this place. I saw a place where a lot of people died.
Lucian paced the room. Rowan leaned against a wall, hands thrust into his pockets. Elliot had his notebook in hand but wasn’t scribbling away at some piece of art he felt inspired to draw. I sat, arms folded, waiting for news.
We weren’t there today.
All of us got a phone call, telling us to be at the cafeteria by order of The Society. Our dads were on their way to the hospital.
We’d been so preoccupied with waiting we didn’t hear the news of the fire until it was too late. Aria’s hands were burned from touching the glass. Her hair had been hacked o
