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The rest of the morning passed with Lola sprinkling more stuff on my hand and Mom and Dad spending more time looking concerned while standing awkwardly close together. Dad didn’t look happy about a witch/seer taking care of me, but he didn’t leave or complain that his phone wouldn’t work all the way down in the Library so I guess that counted for something.
Eric never showed up, and Devon didn’t come back. I tried to feel hurt that they weren’t huddled beside my sickbed, but Elizabeth stayed with me so I didn’t really mind them ignoring my plight.
Also, I was sort of over the whole sickbed thing after the first hour.
“I really think I’m fine.” I kicked my feet out of the bed when Mom brought in my dinner tray, with Dad close on her heels, of course, because why wouldn’t my divorced p
