The overwhelming smell of disinfectant lingered, and everything around me was a blinding white. I woke up in the hospital.

"Nicole, don't be sad. Take care of yourself and don't overthink it. Jolin wouldn't want to see you like this. Be strong," Fitch said, suddenly appearing to console me. But I could never forgive him. My head throbbed, and my throat felt like it was on fire.

"Get out, Fitch!" I glared at him, my voice sounding painfully hoarse.

"Alright, I'll go. But drink some water first. You must be feeling terrible," Fitch said, looking at me with concern.

I grabbed the glass of warm water beside me and threw...