The smell of antiseptics, cold metal bed rails, soft pillows, crisp sheets, squeaky clean white ceiling, bland walls, and an IV attached to my arm. Definitely a hospital. I groaned as I awakened with a monster headache. I closed my eyes, fighting off nausea. I was trying to remember through the pain, how did I end up in a hospital? "Anna" Sebastian's voice fell on my ears. "S--- Seb..." "Hey, just relax..." He caressed my cheeks and I leaned into his soothing touch. "What happened?" I asked him. "You passed out at the party," he said, I could clearly see how worried he was. "Oh..." That was all I managed to say. I glanced at him and he was already looking at me with a deep frown. "It's not a big deal," I told him nonchalantly. "Anna—" He pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. "Hannah, the doctors told me that you suffer from PTSD and depression..." He said with conc
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