Nineteen
HypnosisDad shut the door to an exam room within the infirmary. “Ready?”
“As I'll ever be.” Inside, my stomach knotted as I climbed onto the padded examining table. A bright lamp sitting on the desk illuminated the stark room, the overhead lights turned off.
Dad winked as I lay down. A small soft pillow cradled my head. I rested my clasped hands on my belly, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes.
A few days had passed since I'd told my parents about the strange dream. Until we understood what Cecil planted inside my subconscious, there was no point in telling anyone, not even Noah. The thought the answers to the virus might exist within my subconscious was bad enough; I didn't need the added stress of giving the others false hope.
My father had suggested hypnosis and as my
