Room 423, Tuesday morning
Hoshi didn't have any classes on Tuesdays so she was free to sleep in. For some reason, the name "Malcolm" was on her lips as she woke up. She didn't know anyone named Malcolm, but for some reason she was dreaming about this one who was really important to her. At least this dream wasn't as bad as the ones she had when she was sick.
There were a lot of other details about the last few days that were really difficult to recall. Hoshi shrugged it off, thinking it was another side effect of her illness. She rolled over on her side, pulled her blankets up under her chin, and tried to go back to sleep, even if her brain would not stop wondering who Malcolm was.
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There were a lot of other details about the last few days that were really difficult to recall. Hoshi shrugged it off, thinking it was another side effect of her illness. She rolled over on her side, pulled her blankets up under her chin, and tried to go back to sleep, even if her brain would not stop wondering who Malcolm was.
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