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I regretted the trip down to the second floor last night for many reasons, but right then it was because of the inevitable trip back up the stairs. I lay in bed, my knee numb from the abuse, my chest buzzing from Adrien’s trick, my head spinning with questions. I needed to pull it together and make my next move.
Adrien and Remmy stood at the foot of my bed while an entirely too casual doctor examined me. He wore ripped jeans, a flannel shirt and flip-flops. Hair hung in his eyes, which he constantly brushed back just to have it flop back down over his face. I was afraid Adrien grabbed a guy off the street and asked him to come play doctor so they could get rid of me. Everything checked out according to the pretend doctor, except the knee. I couldn’t be sure because the room remained si
