Winter POV
I sat in the bleak-looking hospital room, grateful that Johnathon had the common sense to leave me alone and sit in the hallway. I'm so angry at him for forcing me to come here when I don't want to go. I feel a sense of panic. What if they call my father and tell him I'm here? He'll kill me for sure. I try to hold my tears at bay as a young woman comes walking in, dressed in a doctor's coat. She looks concerned and I wonder if she's been told about my injuries already. I bet Johnathon told her.
"Winter," the woman says quietly, and I glance at her name tag. It reads Laura. She continues with a smile that I'm sure she means to be reassuring. "I hear that you've been badly hurt. Can you show me where?"
"I really need to get home," I said hastily. "I was expected to be there ag
