Chapter 11

Valentina's pov

"Is she going to be okay?" I hear a muffled voice blare through my ears. What even happened? The last thing I remember was sitting at the table of a restaurant with Jay, Alan, and Heaven. Dios mío, am I dead? Okay no, obviously I'm not dead.

I open my eyes and see myself laying down on a bed with side railings, and I immediately dart my eyes downward to see my attire. I'm wearing a hospital gown. With the fuck? How did I get here?

"Oh my god, Valentina! You're okay. Thank god." Gina exclaims, standing up from the couch she was laying upon. My mom moving in unison with her, which sort of creeps me out how they simultaneously moved at the same time.

Both of them got up and gave me a hug that was a little tight, but not that tight to cut off my circulation.

"What happened?" I ask in confusion. I genuinely don't know what happened to me—the only thing I do know is that I hate hospitals, so the fact that I'm here is revolting for me.

"You fainted while having a panic a