"This is a serious matter, Seth. You could be stuck here for a very long time."
Zoey pulled her chair upright, although she didn't sit down again. Her hands remained against the back of it as she looked at me through the glass.
"Stuck…"
I sighed and lowered my gaze.
"I've been stuck before."
"Then you should know—"
Kyle raised a hand, stopping her before she could continue.
"What are your plans for now?"
I looked at him.
"Well, I guess I'll relax?"
"…Relax?"
"Yes."
I leaned back against the pillow.
I hadn't been sleeping particularly well lately. There had always been somewhere to go, someone to speak with, or something trying to make my life more difficult.
Now I had a bed and several people making sure nobody bothered me without permission.
Looking at it that way, this could be a rather good vacation.
The location could've been better.
So could the circumstances.
But I wasn't exactly in a position to complain.
"But aren't you infected?"
