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Holy cupcakes, my body hasn’t stopped shivering. And the weird thing is I don’t feel scared. Not right now at least. And I’m not cold, either. Mr. Drisklay doesn’t want me to take a shower. He’s a cop. I guess he’s the one who’s been working on my case back home. How’s that for irony, right? Anyway, once Mom gets here and can give consent, he wants me to go to the hospital and do one of those tests. You know. So they can prove that ... well, I’m not going to think about it right now.
He hasn’t let me change my clothes, but Mrs. Drisklay turned up the heat so high in the hotel room I’m starting to sweat. But I guess my body doesn’t know I’m warm yet because it still keeps shaking.
I’m glad Mrs. Drisklay is the kind, motherly type. She’s taking care of me and even sent her husband
