I closed my eyes without responding, listening to the soft squeak of wheels as he returned to his own space.
'That will never happen.'
As the curtain swished closed between us I closed my eyes for a moment and considered the time that had passed.
"Wait, what day is it?"
I muttered out loud and turned to the nearest calendar.
[Monday…]
Right…
Three days. I'd been unconscious for three days.
The original novel the one I'd memorized so carefully from the book had specific events unfolding during the three weeks at the academy.
Critical plot points that shaped relationships and set trajectories for the entire story.
"Shit, shit, shit," I hissed, throwing aside the thin infirmary blanket and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
My vision swam momentarily, but I forced myself to focus.
If I'd been out for three days, then today would be...
"The confession," I whispered, my heart racing.
"Marcel's confession to Elenore."
