I woke up in a cold sweat with a pounding headache. It took me awhile to realize where I was but after a awhile I concentrated on Amy's soft breathing and caught my breath.
Sliding slowly from my bed, I put my good foot on the floor and grabbed the crutches off the ground then stood up. I slid as quietly from the room as possible and down the hallway. A few doors down I pushed slightly on the door to the room I assumed was Marks. It was extremely dark. I set on crutch into the room and slowly maneuvered the other In front of me. I was just about to take a step when Mark flew from his bed and onto the floor in a split second, taking a defensive stance. I stumbled backward falling flat on my butt. He stopped, wiped his forehead then grabbed my hand, pulling me up. Then he sat down on his bed, rubbing his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking up at me. I hobbled over to the bed and sat down next to him, laying the crutches on the floor.
"I, um, had another dream." I said, looking at my feet. He looked up at me and grabbed my chin, gently moving my eyes to meet his. His fingers lingered on my cheek, and then slid softly off my face.
"About what?" He asked. He said it patiently, but I could tell he really wanted the answer.
"I think I know how Clery knows we're with Dr. Neil."
"What happened?" He asked again, more pressing this time. I retold the dream as best I could then laid back onto his pillow. I hadn't realized until now how tired I was.
The scent of the pillow was soothing. It smelled like him. He started to talk but I just grunted agreement and slowly slid into a sound sleep. B[
YOU ARE READING
Script
ActionWilliam Shakespeare has been credited with writing 37 plays and 154 sonnets. What would happen if one more was found 400 years later? This novel follows two orphaned sisters and a boy who seems to know just a little bit too much, as they are thrown...
