"You look like s**t," Greyson announced, walking into Indianna's room the next evening.
"Thanks."
"How you feeling?"
"Like shit."
"Wonderful," he said. "Did you know a teacher actually turned up at school today? I was starting to wonder if they were a myth."
"How interesting," Indianna yawned, brushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead. Greyson closed the door to her room with his foot and chucked his bag on the floor. In a few strides, he was at the window, opening it wide.
"Thanks," Indianna said. "I was getting hot."
"I know. I'm in your head," Greyson shrugged. "Have you eaten today?"
Indianna attempted to sit upright in bed, but her weak attempts were useless. Greyson was instantly by her side, putting pillows behind her and helping her sit up.
"Yeah. I threw it up."
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