Ethan’s words rang loudly in my head, over and over again. A sickening feeling coated the inside of my stomach, layering with fear and anxiety.
“Why would someone come after me?” I asked, my voice sounded small and weak. I hated feeling so helpless.
Ethan shook his head, “There are several reasons.” He mussed up his hair by running his hands through it multiple times.
“But why me?” I emphasized, sitting up straighter in the hospital bed and waiting for his answer. “I haven’t done anything to anyone.”
“I’ve seen this before, they’ll use you to get to me. They’ll hurt you to hurt me. They’ll-” He stopped and took a shaky breath.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I need to take you home.” He announced and left the room to, presumably, speak to a doctor about getting me released back home.
