#Chapter 161: Room for Two

Hannah I sat on the edge of my hospital bed, watching Noah fidget uncomfortably in his. We had been placed in the same room for overnight observation. The tension between us was palpable, but I couldn’t deny the way that being close to him gave me a bit of relief. The room was small, with two beds separated by a thin curtain that was currently pulled back. The walls were a pale green, and the only window offered a view of the dimly lit parking lot. The steady beep of monitors and the occasional squeak of shoes in the darkened hallway were the only sounds breaking the silence. “I hate hospitals,” Noah muttered, annoyedly adjusting his arm sling while his eyes darted around the sterile room. I was about to chide him for being fidgety when I suddenly remembered—his mother had died in a hospital much like this one, just days after we had snuck in to see her as teenagers. “I know,” I said with a soft sigh. “But it’s just for one night.” Noah grunted in response