Chapter 26When Oliver managed to open his eyes, Norah sat on a brown chair he didn’t recognize. Her gaze was on a TV that hung on the wall as cartoon butterflies held a discussion about the party they were having. His left hand was covered in clear tape with tubes underneath. He felt those with his right hand.
“You’re going to want those.” Ron smiled as he slid his hand under Oliver’s “Hi.”
“Where am I?”
“Hospital. You had surgery on your leg, remember?” Ron sat on the edge of the bed. “You were pretty loopy earlier.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you remember being attacked?”
Oliver closed his eyes, searched back through his memories that could’ve been dreams. He’d been at the plane and then…
Ron squeezed Oliver’s hand. “Just get some rest. Need anything? Hungry? Thirsty?”
“Thirsty.”
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