Phone
Darren:
Darren’s felt as if his brain had been hollowed out. Shivering, he forced himself not to cover himself with his blanket. The best way to cure a fever, his mother had always said, was to break it.
Which is why he was lying shirtless in bed, weary from all the sneezing and coughing, with the covers thrown as far away from him as possible. He mentally cursed Brent for bringing the blasted flu into the Institute. It was spreading fast – Brent had given it to Jakob who had given it to Patty who had given it to Darren.
He sneezed, and the action hit him with a sense of vertigo. Touching a weary hand to his temples, he moaned. The room just wouldn’t stop spinning.
Darren rolled over and buried his face into the pillows, hoping that it would somehow stop the world from spinning. It worked for a little while and he found himself drifting off to sleep, only to be woken by the sound of his phone ringing.
Groaning in frustration, he rolled back onto his back and, reaching blindly in the dark, picked his phone off the bedside table and hit answer without checking to see who was calling.
“Hebbo?” Stupid cold.
“Get dressed and come into my office,” the caller said. “We need to talk.”
Sighing, Darren crawled out of bed and pulled shirt on over his sweatpants. Even sick to the bone it seemed like he couldn't catch a break.
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The Coming | The House of Voices #2
ParanormalNowhere is safe. After their escape from Abercoster's Institute for Troubled Youth, October Grimmes and Parish Feltman are now being hunted by every person in the state. Together, the teens must stay off the radar to ensure that they aren't thrown b...
