Chapter 9

Olivia

4 days later

I rotated the doorknob and pushed it open. Noah lay in the dark on his bed snoring. I pressed the switch on the wall on my right to light up one of the bulbs. On swinging the curtains to one side, the glimmering golden coin set in the sky beamed at me.

“Hey good, you’re up. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good actually. Way better,” Noah uttered reposing his head on the headboard of his bed.

Rude awakening. Last night he sited on his thin mattress with his prominent cheekbones descended, head hung with a feeling of blue. Those symptoms were divulging something significant. The evening I first encountered him he was reluctant to be injected but then in a few moments, he didn’t resist at all.

“Great, do you think that you’re ready to go out to the cafeteria, for breakfast?”

“Yeah,” he exclaimed.

He scooted off to the hallway. The chimes of my phone tore through the air. It was Lane.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Well. I wanted to check on that guy Noah,