Cora

Chapter Seven

I just watched the clock then.

In awe.

But there was nothing I could do. That stupid red hand wouldn't move. Nor the minute hand. Just the hours.

Irritated, I shoved open the metal hospital doors. They closed behind me with a soft click.
The room was dark in front of me. I could barely make out a distant light.

Forget it.

I whipped myself back around to go back to my room. Reaching the doors, I pulled on the metal handles. They didn't budge.

Confused, I pulled again. Harder this time.

They wouldn't move.

So I walked away. Quickly, before I hurt anything. Picking up pace, I started toward the light.

It was a matter of minutes before I reached the light. I examined the light.

It was a torch. Lifting it up, I held it in my hands. Then, I noticed a tiny piece of paper fall. This is what it said:

Cora Nightingale
You have received this note

for
many reasons, some which

don't
concern you. You are the
patient, here. We'll be testing
on you. We will not risk our
data to a young little mind. All

you
need to know are these three
things:
1) Leah's not dead
2) We put the Henna tattoos on you
3) Luke is dead

Now hurry! The time is

ticking...
or is it?