Chapter Seventy-One

Noah.

I woke up to bright white lights above me, and the sounds of feet scurrying around and children's voices. 

My head wasn't aching anymore but there was dull aching from where I've been shot. I groaned before sitting up.

I looked around. I was in a room. A very familiar room. There was more than one bed, about 10, five on both sides of the room. And a small wooden locker in front of each bed. The walls were pasted with pictures and school work. I was at the orphanage I realised, in the boys room. 

How had I gotten here? I wanted to ask but there was no one here, the children were either downst