Octavia walked gracefully forward, looking as sizzling as ever.
She came to stand at the foot of my bed.
"Octavia? What are you doing here?" I asked cluelessly, but then I remember the fight and how she had helped us escape. "Oh my, don't tell me you get hurt, are you okay?"
"I'm good, thank you," she responded quickly. Octavia did look composedly unharmed. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Then why are you here in the hospital?" I asked again, feeling even more confused. Suddenly things began to make sense. I turned to look at Mom again.
"Mom..."
"She knows," she answered the question in my eyes.
"How...? Why...?" I lost my ability to speak. More question-marks orbited around my head.
"Because, she and you are the same, honey," Mom simply stated in a matter-of-fact way.
"What?" My jaw
