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With that, Kim left the room. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled it slowly. Tossing the covers aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, then opened the bag. She hoped that it was Jasmine that packed the bag of clothes for her and not Dean. Shoving the thought out of her mind, she slipped on her bra and underwear and quickly got dressed.
Standing, she took a coat and shoes out of the bag and put them on too. The sooner she warmed up the sooner she could leave. She knew her hair was a mess and wished there was a mirror just so she could see how bad it was, but there wasn’t. Looking around for an elastic band to throw it up into a ponytail she spied a box of masks sitting on a counter next to the sink. Taking one out, she pulled one of the elastic bands off and tied the ends in a knot. Combing her fingers through her hair, she deftly pulled it into a bun and wrapped her makeshift hair tie around it. Satisfied, she made her way out into the hall and headed towards room 3, Luke’s room.
Chapter 9
She peeked in the doorand saw him lying there with his head towards the window. Just in case he was sleeping, she lightly tapped on the open door.
He turned his head and looked at her.
“Hey, come on in. You’re looking good,” he said, pulling himself to sit up.
“Thanks. You’re looking much better than the last time I saw you,” she said as she took in the sight of him.
“I should be the one thanking—”
He sat up straighter when he saw tears glistening in her eyes. “What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good, I...” She shook her head. “It’s not important,” she said as Doc came into the room. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“No, it’s fine,” Luke said, stopping her in her tracks.
Doc swung his gaze to her. “What I have to say applies to both of you Brit, I don’t have a problem with you staying either.”
“Alright then.” She hurried over to sit on a chair beside the window.
Doc handed them each a piece of paper. “Seeing how Luke is insisting on leaving, those are the symptoms I want you both to be aware of, for yourself and each other.” He looked at Luke, “If anything pops up, you are to get your ass back in here immediately.”
Luke nodded but didn’t say a word.
“Okay, Brit I’ll take your temperature once more. Kim said it was at 98.2, twenty minutes ago and your vitals were all good. You’re feeling fine otherwise?”
“I am, a lot better.”
When he grabbed the thermometer from the wall and went through the motions of getting it ready, Brit got up and went to stand beside him. Everyone fell silent as he stuck it in her ear. “By George, you’re at a healthy 98.6!”
“I can leave now?”
