Note: I FUCKING HATE WATTPAD'S EDITING NOW
IT RUINS THE ENTIRE STORY TOTNote (from ao3): SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! WERE FINALLY BACK WITH THIS STORY!!
Writers block had hit me for this chapter TwT
But I finally managed to finish it! And I can tell you it's already going way more easily for the next chapter
So hopefully next chapter doesn't take as long as this one😓Anyway, enjoy this short chapter!
___________________________________________________________Grace Field, Plant 3, July 19th, 2041, 10:00am
« Mama! Sister Elizabeth! »
We both turn around to look at Don and some of the younger kids coming running towards us. They all look worried.
« Mama! Sister Elizabeth! »
« Calm down everyone. One at a time. »
« Norman fainted! »
« What?! »
I exclaim while Isabella hurries to go see the children. I make sure Don and the others stay calm while Isabella goes to check on Norman.
Turns out, Norman ended up having a fever. It might be because he went outside last night. I wonder why?
;****;
Grace Field, Plant 3, July 22th, 2041, 9:00pm
Isabella is talking to headquarters right now. I'm with Norman, hoping he will wake up all healthy. He hasn't woken up since he lost consciousness three days ago.
I'm getting worried. His health isn't getting better. We can't lose him. Grandma Sarah and sir Peter won't ever forgive us if we do.
Emma tried to sneak in multiple times already. Ray and her saw the numerous machines we had to connect to Norman. She just wanted to bring him an energy drink she had made.
Isabella and I had to force Emma to get out of the room. Ray didn't say a single thing, but I know he's just as scared as her. Jasmine doesn't seem to mind much. Like always.
I let out a sigh as I change the wet cloth on Norman's forehead. Norman coughs and I wait to see if he'll wake up. Sadly, he doesn't.
;****;
Grace Field, Plant 3, July 23th, 2041, 11:00pm
I saw Ray and Emma sneak out of their room. I don't know what they're planning, but they should be in bed.
I followed them and made sure they wouldn't notice me. The moment they reached the front door, Isabella called for them.
I never heard her arrive. I'll leave this to her then. I'm going back to bed.
;****;
Grace Field, Plant 3, July 24th, 2041, 6:00am
I'm on my way to the kitchen to take care of breakfast when Emma runs past me. She seemed panicked.
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