“Do you really think I believe that?” I hear someone nearly shouting as I wake up feeling a bit dazed.
I ended up having only 3 hours left of sleeping time when I finally got to the Infirmary yesterday. I am exhausted.
“What’s that racked?” I say, sitting up in my bed. I am sure I look as sh*t as I feel.
“Claus doesn’t believe me” Yara says, and my eyes focus to see them both in what is clearly to be a discussion.
“What don’t you believe in Claus?” I ask, as calmly as I can, while I get up from bed and remove my sleeping cap, happy to see my hair is not completely messed up after yesterday.
“I don’t believe I slipped and hit my head hard enough to make me pass out!” Claus shouts. “What about the Organization?”
I feel a pang in my chest as he says this. I don’t want to lie to him, b
