I started following Mia to the medical ward.
Apparently, she knew where the damn place was.
Had she been touring the academy beforehand? Maybe. Probably.
Wouldn't surprise me if she'd already made a mental map of the place while I was out there being chewed up and spit out by oversized bugs and eldritch abominations.
We walked side by side.
But neither of us said a word.
Me? Well, it hurt like hell. Every breath felt like someone had wedged a burning dagger into my lungs.
I'd already spoken more than my body could tolerate today. My vocal cords had clocked out. And frankly, so had the rest of me.
But Mia's silence was different.
There was no obvious pain on her face. No wince or flinch. Just an eerie stillness. Her gaze never left the path ahead, her lips pressed in a tight, unreadable line.
Something was going on in that puny brain of hers.
I could tell.
Then again, something was happening in mine too.
Something worse.
I was forgetting.
Forgetting her.
