Chapter 11
“All right, Cameron. Time to wake up,” Joyce said as she placed the cover onto the needle and put the syringe back into her pocket. “You can’t sleep all day today. You have your appointment with Dr. Feingold this morning.”
Cam rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was back in her room. Had that really just been a dream?
“What day is it?” Cam mumbled as she started to sit up.
“Thursday. You always have an appointment on Thursday.”
“I thought yesterday was Monday,” Cam said as she put her head into her hands. Her eyes still ached and her head hurt. Her mind felt even fuzzier than yesterday.
“Lost a few days again? You’ll have to tell Dr. Feingold.”
“I was at the mall. The stores were being boarded up. I had to find someone but the stores kept disappearing.”
“It’s good tha
