Sixty One

We spent another immensely enjoyable two hours in bed together, ending with a long while snuggling, exhausted and satisfied. Eventually, we reluctantly got up, showering together before heading to each of our rooms, one by one. They were insistent on still being cautious, checking the rooms for any sign of disturbance before dressing, while the others waited, then moving onto the next room.

Thankfully, they all still seemed untouched, and it gave some hope that they might remain that way. We headed downstairs then, stopping for a late breakfast, before heading over to the hospital. As we walked over, I couldn't help but notice the odd stares and whispers that followed us, or the mood that seemed somber and suspicious. I glanced over at Finn, noticing his small frown and slight tension, and realised that he'd noticed too.

Even the nurses seemed significantly less welcoming than before, with Camille seeming to avoid us entirely, ducking back into the nurses' office the moment she saw