Tabitha’s POV

I count to ten before jumping out of the bed and pulling out the IV from my hand. I look around the other patients who are minding their own business in their own curtain partitions. Then, I carefully tiptoe out of the room quietly. Every time I encounter a nurse in the hallway, I hide behind a wall until they are gone. Better cautious than sorry.

My eyes scan the plain white tiled floor and boring pearly walls of the hospital, trying to decide where I should go next when the familiar thread-like sensation tug on my chest again. It’s pulling me somewhere, whispering to me to follow...