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chapter xxxii. the flayed
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It was dark when they arrived at the hospital where Mrs. Driscoll was. Bella had fallen asleep on Max's shoulder on the long and dreary drive there. She gently snored, eyes fluttering around beneath her lashes. Max didn't wake her, just rested her hand onto her leg, without questioning it.
When the car stopped in the parking spot, Isabella woke and apologised. She'd been asleep for about fifty minutes, possibly an hour. Either way, they all headed inside.
Nancy lead the group all the way up to the receptionist who was on the phone, gossiping with one of her friends. Isabella nervously followed them, she had a bad feeling in her gut, like something was going to happen. And then, they all made their way past the receptionist, as if it was nothing, ignoring her. "Excuse me! Where do you think you're going?" She stops them, placing an angered hand on her hip.
"Oh, um..." Nancy turned, "I was just going to visit my grandma again. And-- And this... this is my family." The receptionist looked over the tip of her glasses, specifically at Lucas and Bella who were stood side-by-side. They awkwardly smiled.
"We're their cousins." Isabella just grinned charmingly.
"I don't care who they are. You know the rules. Two victors at a time." She glared at them, the sass definitely there. She reminded Belly of their mom. Nancy went object, but she cut her off, "Two!" Holding two fingers up to emphasise. The lady grabbed the phone, "Girl, this child has lost her mind. She brought a whole zoo in here." In the end they decided to send Nancy and Jonathon up, considering their the adults.
The group turned and went to the waiting room. El, Max and Bella found some magazines to read, they congregated around the table whilst Lucas and Mike went to get some food from the vending machine. Max suddenly tapped Belly's shoulder, "Don't look now, but there's a guy that looks exactly like Tom Cruise. He's totally checking you out." Isabella frowned, and looked down at her outfit. She's literally wearing sweatpants and ugly ass band t-shirt from the Beatles. Her hair is all messy and she's got no makeup on, how the fuck does this Tom Cruise guy think she's looking good. "Go speak to him."
