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As we continued to search the facility, my mind was racing. I still couldn’t believe what Nora had said, that I’d actually beaten the virus. Did that mean that Allie was alive and well? I could only pray my sister was doing okay.
“Supply room,” said Nora, after opening one of several doors in the hallway. The room was a little dark, but we did our best to rummage through the shelves, which unfortunately, were mostly barren.
“Thank God,” I said, finding a large unopened bottle of water. I took a few sips and listened as Nora crunched down on some crackers she’d found.
“Cheapskates only fed me once a day,” she said through a mouthful of crackers. “At least they had an I.V. in you for a while; although,” she said, “you look like a twig right now.”
I had noticed my legs were even bonie
