She’s only been gone about five minutes and already I’m getting anxious.
Should I go check on her?
No. She’ll only end up shouting at me, and then we’d have no chance to swipe the blood.
I groan, fidgeting in my seat, the wait killing me, my stomach even more so. These moments alone are hard, but they do help with my memory. Maybe Kate is the one clouding it, messing around with my head. After all, I still can’t remember my address, or the name of my best friend. I see a girl’s face, brown hair tied back, thin cheekbones, but nothing else. Even Mum seems like a distant relative.
Give it time. It’s only been a few days. Another week and I’ll remember everything.
Kate exits the hospital and then paces towards me.
I sit up, hand grasping the door handle, pulse elevated. “Did you get it?
