You were waiting at the front desk at Willow Hill, filling out the pile of paperwork they'd handed you. Page after page of security protocol, rules, and lines for you to sign on. But honestly, you were just overjoyed that the staff were finally letting you see your boyfriend.

"Miss," a nurse said, approaching your seat in the waiting room. You'd been there sine six in the morning. "Someone wanted these delivered to you."

You looked up in confusion as she handed you a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, and they were your favorite flower. But who...?

That's when you spotted him. Tyler stood at the end of the hallway, dressed in hospital scrubs to blend in. He stared you down with dark eyes before giving a slight wave. Tyler looked awful. His skin was coated in a layer of sweat, and the skin around his eyes was pink and puffy. He looked sick, like he hadn't been cared for properly in the year he was in that padded cell.

So you did the first thing that came to mind. You abandoned the paperwork on the table and hurried down the hall, flowers clutched in one hand. Tyler moved as if to run but you grabbed his hand.

And you ran with him.