“It’s good to see you up and moving.” Corey walks over and extends a hand to Elijah.
Elijah shakes his hand but doesn’t speak.
“Zeke called me because he thinks you might benefit from some medicinal intervention. Would you like to talk to me about what’s going on?” Corey asks.
“I’m sure he’s told you everything.” Elijah shrugs. He’s nervous to be having to face someone. Despite Zeke trusting this guy, he’s weary that the more people that know he’s alive and where he is, the more danger he’s in. Someone appearing as a doctor seems suspicious.
Zeke is leaning his back against the wall, watching Elijah and Corey. He looks exhausted, like he still hasn’t gotten any sleep. Elijah gulps back a feeling of guilt for causing Zeke so much stress.
“I can’t diagnose from someone else’s opinion. I
