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I applaud. Jack’s smirk fades slowly. The doctor hurries over to my bedside and checks the monitor, scribbling on a clipboard.

“Isis, we’re going to get you into the CAT scan for a few checkups. You’ll need to drink something, so let me get that for you. Sit tight.”

“Okay! Thanks, doc.” I wave at him as he scurries out. Wren is pushing Jack gradually away from my bed.

“Jack,” He says with a desperate kind of urgency. “Jack, they’re going to find out what’s wrong, okay? They have to do tests; he said it’s probably not permanent –”

“Isis,” Jack says over Wren’s head. I look up.

“Yeah?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? Being so sexy? I know, it’s hard, but I just can’t –”

“Stop it,” He growls. “You know me.”

“Uh, yes? We met like, thirty seconds ago,” I chuckle. “So I guess, yeah, technically I know you.”

“You’re lying,” He snarls.

“Lying about what?” I frown. “Look, buddy, I’m grateful for what you did, but calling a hospitalized girl a liar is going a little far, don’t you think?”

Jack’s eyes go wide. His fists clench. Wren pushes him back father.

“Please, Jack, just go home. I’ll call you when they do the tests, okay?” He whispers.

“You’re lying! You’re still mad at me so you’re lying to see me squirm!” Jack shouts. Male nurses walk over to my door to see what the commotion is about.

“I’m not lying! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” I yell back. My head throbs with a fresh wave of pain and I clutch it, wincing. “Can someone just get him out of here? He’s hurting my head.”

Jack’s face goes slack, all emotion draining from it in a split second.

“Sir, if you’d come with us,” one of the male nurses says.

“I’ll be here with her. I’ll call you if anything changes, so please, please just -” Wren assures him.

“Isis,” Jack says softly. I look over at him.

“What?”

“Do you remember me?”

“Uh, no, I was sort of knocked out when you came in and saved us. Sorry. But, you know. I’m awake now. We can get to know each other. I can buy you a puppy or something. You deserve it, for helping a total stranger.”

Jack doesn’t blink. He stares, the sadness back in his eyes. Sorrow clogs them, makes them dark and heavy. And then he’s gone.

He doesn’t come back.

The doctors do their tests. Mom sees me awake for the first time and collapses, sobbing, her arms wrapped around me for hours, apologizing. We fall asleep like that. Wren stays around me the most, and Kayla does, too. She thinks it’s weird I don’t remember Jack, but I keep telling her I wasn’t even awake when he came in the house. She doesn’t get it, though. Avery doesn’t visit as much, either. She comes maybe twice. The first time I pretend to be sleeping. She stays for only a few minutes, sitting in a chair and watching TV with me. The second time I open my eyes and start to talk, and she darts out of the room.

The doctors prescribe me medicine, and physical therapy. I do treadmill twice a day and some lady comes in and talks to me about what happened in the house, but I don’t want to talk about it. Mom says I should but I hate shrinks and she says she knows, but that it will help heal me. But I’m not broken! I’m just cracked! Down the middle. On my skull. It’s healing pretty well, but the doctors keep me for observation and recuperation, whatever that means.

One day, I take my lunch tray and eat in the second floor lobby. There’s a balcony that opens up to fresh air and a few plastic tables. The city thrums around me, the sky overcast and the wind chilly but refreshing. I poke at my jello and chicken patty and try unsuccessfully for the millionth time this month not to die from boredom and or terrible reconstituted astronaut-grade protein.

“Hi there,” A girl’s voice comes from behind me. I turn. A pretty, short girl with pale blonde, platinum hair smiles at me. Her skin is milk-white, and her eyes are a steely, dark blue. She’s thin, wearing a sweater and a flowery skirt. But there’s a hospital band around her wrist. She looks so delicate, like a white dandelion, or a beautiful spirit.

“Hey,” I say. “Nice day.”

Her button nose wrinkles as she smiles. “Yeah, but if it rains again I’m going to lose my mind.”

“I hear ya,” I stab my patty and motion at it. “You can sit, if you want. Watch me eat space-chicken.”

She laughs, the sound melodious and sweet. She settles across from me and picks at a dead leaf on the table. I offer her my apple, and she takes it gratefully but doesn’t eat it.

“I’m Isis,” I say. “What’s your name?”

She smiles, the weak sun catching her hair and making it shine white-gold.

“Sophia.”