Twenty-eight

Twenty-eight

Jaxon

I made my way down the halls of the crusty ass hospital halls, down to the room number I can never forget.

I had flowers in my hand While I had cash for the bill in my pocket.

I nodded at the doctor who walked past me but when he made eye contact with me, he quickly looked down and held his clipboard closer to his chest.

I scuff and rolled my eyes.

Okay. I may look scary with all the tattoos and the

leather jacket but I can be nicest...well a decent person to know.

I knocked at the door and walked in.

I turned around...