LYRA'S POV
I walked in after Mirabel, who whispered in my ear. "I have to check on him now." She went to stand in front of Ryan while I stared at Thorne.
He stared back at me silently as if he hadn't yet recovered from the shock. I ignored him and went to stand beside Mira, placing my hand in him, Ryan's cheek burned me. "Would he have to stay here till he is completely treated!" I asked her.
"To prevent him from spreading it to others, we have to keep him here but it's not a illness that would cause him to be bedridden." She assured me. I nodded, whether or not he be bedridden, I would use my powers on him when I'm settled down.
Mira excused herself from the room after she was done leaving me, Thorne and Tank behind.
Tank sat on the bed nearest to the window raking through his head a countless thousand times. I folded my hand up against my chest and turned to Thorne.
"Mind explaining why you didn't tell me about this?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
