Scott's POV

Hannah was stubborn. There was nothing anyone would tell me that will make me think otherwise. Who in their right senses will want to sneak into a clinic.

"Shh." She held a finger over her mouth.

"I'm not saying anything," I countered, frowning. "We shouldn't be here you know?"

"Come on man, don't kill the fun," Tristan said, climbing up the stairs with us.

I didn't know what was wrong with these two. They always liked walking into fire.

"Ian told us not to say anything about that guys death," I reminded.

"We know." Hannah turned to me. The light from the touches outlined her round face. "He...