#Chapter 88: Hiding in a Hotel

I'm in the hospital for a few days before the doctors are ready to release me. In that time, I haven't found a way to tell Marcus who I really am, even though I know deep down that Kent and Emmett are right that it's probably time. However, I just don't know how to do it. I'm so shaken by the fire, more so than I have been by any other act of violence or criminal set up by Charles and his goons so far. A psychiatrist at the hospital has come by to talk to me a few times, and has recommended counseling. "Of course you should see the therapist," Marcus says after her second visit, lounging in one of the chairs next to my bed. It's honestly a bit of a shock to see him like this, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt instead of his usual jacket and tie. "I don't know," I say, poking at the Jello cup from my lunch with a spoon. Even being a high-profile patient with unlimited Alpha family funds thrown behind my care hasn't spared me from the mundanity of hospital food, unfortunately.