The hospital smelled so strong with antiseptic, it was making my nose burn. The beeping of the heart monitor was making my head ache even more. I couldn’t help but look at the IV stand and feel the cold drip going into my arm. I started feeling sick to my stomach, like I always did. I tried to fight it by swallowing hard.
I could hear the sound of a chair scraping against the linoleum floor, and then I saw Chandler’s comforting smile. He was giving me that reassuring look, but I could tell he was worried underneath it all.
“Hey, tough stuff," he said, his voice deep and soothing. He took my hand and gently ran his fingers over the back of it. It sent a warm feeling through me, a nice change from the coldness of the room.
“You try getting poison pumped into your veins," I replied, but my
