I had hoped to speak with Jericho about bringing in a new therapist, but he had left the
prison by the time I was done with all my sessions for the day.
Instead, I had gone to meet Ruby before going home.
Now, the following day I was stuck in bed suddenly extremely sick.
Wrapping the fluffy blanket around me, I reached over to my bed side table for my phone.
Dialling Jane I waited patiently for her to pick up.
"Indigo?"
I frowned, her voice sounded off, "Indigo?"
"Uh-huh," I sniffled, "As you can hear, I've woken up with the flu, or, I hope it's the flu and not some deadly disease."
"Do you even realise that flu can be, and has been deadly?"
I frowned, "Well, yes, I do understand that, Jane. But, you know exactly what I am. Anyway, that was not the point of this phone call."
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