Onyx's POV
My feet sauntered out of the hospital; the faint smell of antiseptic sieved through my nostrils when I had a foot out.
I had chickened out. Something I usually didn't do, but here I was doing the same thing I would have warned others about.
My heart hammered hard when another stretcher was pulled out of an ambulance right in front of me; a bloodied person lay on it.
My throat clogged at the sight before I blinked hard, staring.
“Move aside.” A male paramedic shoved me gently enough not to hurt before the nurses took over.
My hands ran on my face while I tried to get myself back. This wasn't me. This wasn't who I am, but I should have expected it.
After my parents death, I had pledged not to go to any hospital even if on the verge of death and instead had a doctor w
