The hospital smell stuck to my clothes like a bad cologne. I fidgeted on the hospital bed, feeling the uncomfortable mattress against the cold metal underneath. The room felt icy, a sharp difference from the warm sunlight pouring in through the window. The IV drip had been removed, leaving a tiny bruise as a reminder of what I had been through.
Evan sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone up high. A sudden flash blinded me, and then he was smiling at the screen. “Posting this on i********:,” he said, his fingers moving quickly on the screen.
Evan sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone up high. A sudden flash blinded me, and then he was smiling at the screen. “Posting this on i********:,” he said, his fingers moving quickly on the screen.
I blinked, trying to shake off my ti
