The Code
Will POV "Oh Laurel, you weren't who I was expecting to find in that chair." Laurel was in her pajamas, curled up in the big chair Ash had pulled up next to Harlow's bed, looking more than a little distraught. Granted I felt like we were all floating around in a bit of a distressed haze. Due to Harlow's fragile state we weren't allowed to all camp out in her room like the gang had the last time we were in the hospital and Dr. Brooks asked that we limited the amount of visitors. Ash had been keeping us all pretty well updated, but we'd still all been popping in as much as Dr. Brooks would let us. "Yeah, I forced Ash to go eat and shower before he died in this chair." "Speaking of death, she looks like it. How's she doing?" "She's holding pretty steadily around terrible. Still burning
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