Chloe's Point of View
The hospital had almost become a second home to me. The disinfectant and soft hum of machines had become oddly comforting, something I never thought possible. Emily was getting better; still the weight of my decision to marry Jonathan for her sake felt very much like that rusty chain around my neck. I let out a deep breath and walked down the familiar hallway, nodding to a half dozen nurses who had grown to recognize me by now. The door to Emily's room creaked open gently as I came in, finding her sitting up in bed, her small, fragile frame a better shade of healthy than I had last seen her.
"Chloe!" she exclaimed softly, a weak smile on her face at the sight of me.
"Hey, Em." I stepped over to her, soft kiss on her forehead. "How're you feeling today?"
"A little better," she said, speaking a little strained. "The doctors are hopeful, you know."
