Hannah
“Hannah, are you sure about this?” Noah whispered. “What if we get caught?”
I turned to him, placing one finger over my lips. Glancing over both shoulders to make sure no one was looking, I carefully pulled the side door open, taking care to not make a sound as we slipped inside the hospital.
Noah hesitated at the threshold, looking uncertain. But I didn’t give him a chance to turn back, to run away and claim that this was a bad idea. With my eyes flashing, I grabbed his hand and yanked him in after me.
I remembered how clammy his hand was, how cold and sweaty his palm felt against mine. But I never released my grip on him.
We slipped past the security guards, our hearts pounding in unison. I led Noah through a maze of dark corridors, relying on the signs lining
