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attractive,” Lyla said sheepishly, resulting in a forceful nudge on the shoulder from Joseph. “What? I’m just saying.”
“ I don’t trust him,” Bryant said with a sense of finality, returning to the yellow sofa to suggest he had nothing else to offer.
Nadia remained silently pensive, tapping her chin as she immersed herself in deep thought. I could tell that she was hopeful, more than anything, that Al was somehow connected to us. She had the most to gain, if he was. Maybe he would have some idea how to release her from the containment of the Room. Even though her coma was medical, perhaps he would have some sort of miracle idea for a cure.
“There isn’t any way you can talk to him about it? Or get into his mind?” Nadia asked, already knowing the answer.
“ All of The Facility is bugged. If he is connected, and anyone found out… I don’t even know what they would do to him, but it would probably hurt a lot. And my cuffs would kill me if I clouded over long enough to see anything useful,” I explained hopelessly.
“ There has got to be some way,” Nadia said exhaustedly, flopping back onto her sofa, nearly whacking Bryant in the face in doing so.
“ I am with Bryant on this. I don’t trust him. I think you should keep as much a distance from him as possible,” Joseph added thoughtfully.
“ He’s my new therapist, it’s not like I can really avoid seeing him. What do you think?” I asked, turning to face Lakin.
“ I think you’re looking too much into it, like you do with most things. Remember when you were convinced that the Helmsworth guy was an alien, and it turned out he just had eczema? I think you should just let things be,” Lakin said honestly.
I nodded in false agreement. Meeting eyes with Nadia, I tried to silently assure her that I wouldn’t ‘just let things be’. Either she understood, or she thought I was constipated. I was absolutely certain something fishy was going on, and not just because the next day was Fish Fingers and Custard day in Caf 1. There was something strange about Al, and I was determined to figure out what that ‘something’ was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jealous Little Hamster
I awoke to the sound of loud knocking at my door, feeling far less rested than usual. The discussion in the Energy Room had not gone at all like I’d imagined. Lakin had suggested I was just being paranoid, and that I ought to let things be. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting to the bottom of things; if there was even a thing to get to the bottom of.
I dragged myself groggily out of bed, not bothering to check my appearance in the mirror. I pulled my face up to the peephole to find Eric fidgeting nervously, a bouquet of blue flowers in his sweaty palms. I swung the door open with a yawn, to be greeted by a look of surprise.
“Were you still sleeping?” Eric prodded, shutting the door behind him before following me into the minuscule living room.
I glanced at the microwave clock, emitting a small snort of laughter.
“It’s only eleven, Eric. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” I asked, collapsing onto the soft, white sofa.
“ Er, I stopped by the greenhouse and got these for you. I know blue is your favorite,” Eric said timidly, jutting out his hand with the flowers.
I suppressed the impulse to laugh, projecting a sweet smile instead.
“That’s, uh… nice. Thanks,” I said, taking the flowers to the kitchen.
I had never been given flowers before, and wasn’t entirely sure that I possessed anything to designate as their home. I opened and slammed cupboards until, lo and behold, I found a single dusty, glass vase with a small chip missing from the upper rim. I had no idea where it came from, but it would certainly do. I filled the vase to the brim, water sloshing over the sides as I dropped in the unnamed flora. I had no knowledge whatsoever of flowers, except that they needed water, but they really were
“ I don’t trust him,” Bryant said with a sense of finality, returning to the yellow sofa to suggest he had nothing else to offer.
Nadia remained silently pensive, tapping her chin as she immersed herself in deep thought. I could tell that she was hopeful, more than anything, that Al was somehow connected to us. She had the most to gain, if he was. Maybe he would have some idea how to release her from the containment of the Room. Even though her coma was medical, perhaps he would have some sort of miracle idea for a cure.
“There isn’t any way you can talk to him about it? Or get into his mind?” Nadia asked, already knowing the answer.
“ All of The Facility is bugged. If he is connected, and anyone found out… I don’t even know what they would do to him, but it would probably hurt a lot. And my cuffs would kill me if I clouded over long enough to see anything useful,” I explained hopelessly.
“ There has got to be some way,” Nadia said exhaustedly, flopping back onto her sofa, nearly whacking Bryant in the face in doing so.
“ I am with Bryant on this. I don’t trust him. I think you should keep as much a distance from him as possible,” Joseph added thoughtfully.
“ He’s my new therapist, it’s not like I can really avoid seeing him. What do you think?” I asked, turning to face Lakin.
“ I think you’re looking too much into it, like you do with most things. Remember when you were convinced that the Helmsworth guy was an alien, and it turned out he just had eczema? I think you should just let things be,” Lakin said honestly.
I nodded in false agreement. Meeting eyes with Nadia, I tried to silently assure her that I wouldn’t ‘just let things be’. Either she understood, or she thought I was constipated. I was absolutely certain something fishy was going on, and not just because the next day was Fish Fingers and Custard day in Caf 1. There was something strange about Al, and I was determined to figure out what that ‘something’ was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jealous Little Hamster
I awoke to the sound of loud knocking at my door, feeling far less rested than usual. The discussion in the Energy Room had not gone at all like I’d imagined. Lakin had suggested I was just being paranoid, and that I ought to let things be. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting to the bottom of things; if there was even a thing to get to the bottom of.
I dragged myself groggily out of bed, not bothering to check my appearance in the mirror. I pulled my face up to the peephole to find Eric fidgeting nervously, a bouquet of blue flowers in his sweaty palms. I swung the door open with a yawn, to be greeted by a look of surprise.
“Were you still sleeping?” Eric prodded, shutting the door behind him before following me into the minuscule living room.
I glanced at the microwave clock, emitting a small snort of laughter.
“It’s only eleven, Eric. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” I asked, collapsing onto the soft, white sofa.
“ Er, I stopped by the greenhouse and got these for you. I know blue is your favorite,” Eric said timidly, jutting out his hand with the flowers.
I suppressed the impulse to laugh, projecting a sweet smile instead.
“That’s, uh… nice. Thanks,” I said, taking the flowers to the kitchen.
I had never been given flowers before, and wasn’t entirely sure that I possessed anything to designate as their home. I opened and slammed cupboards until, lo and behold, I found a single dusty, glass vase with a small chip missing from the upper rim. I had no idea where it came from, but it would certainly do. I filled the vase to the brim, water sloshing over the sides as I dropped in the unnamed flora. I had no knowledge whatsoever of flowers, except that they needed water, but they really were
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