Dylan
Nora had been talking for at least five minutes.
I knew that because she had laughed three separate times, pointed out two different wings of the rehabilitation department, and somehow managed to steer us into another conversation I hadn't realized we were having.
"...And that's why they moved the hydrotherapy rooms to this side."
"Hm."
"It gets more sunlight."
"Mm."
"So?" She stopped walking.
"So…” I blinked. “what?"
“What do you mean, what?” Nora folded her arms, amusement dancing across her face. "I just asked you a question."
"You did."
"I did."
"...I'm going to be honest." I rubbed the back of my neck with a sheepish smile. "I didn't hear a word you said."
"I noticed."
"I figured you might."
"You've been somewhere else this entire time." She laughed, shaking her
