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Chapter 7:

Eve's face was expressionless. She didn't move or say anything. Claire wasn't even sure she heard her. Eve shook her head, and wiped tears from her eyes, angrily.

"It's whatever." she said, trying to sound passive. "So, Claire, what happened?"

Claire reluctantly told them, watching each of their expressions. Eve remained blank, while Shane's eyes burned with hate. A nurse came in eventually to switch the bag of blood for another. Claire closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep. Shane and Michael whispered to each other, talking about getting some food. The two of them eventually got up, asking Eve if she wanted to eat.

"I'm fine. I'll just stay here," she said, quietly.

Once Claire had heard the door close, she opened her eyes and turned to Eve.

"I'm sorry, Claire."

"For what? You didn't do anything." Claire saw tears in Eve's eyes.

Eve climbed over Claire's legs and lied down next to her. Claire held her with her good arm. Crying silently, Eve held on to Claire until her sobs died down.

Shane and Michael came back a few minutes later without food, to Claire's disappointment.

"I thought you were getting food." Eve said, sitting up.

"The city is on lock down. No one in, no one out. There's more of those things." Shane said. He turned his head away to cough. "I know I like my zombie games, but this is crazy."

"So, no food?" Claire tried to not sound disappointed, but she was hungry.

"Nope." Michael lowered himself into a chair. Shane pulled a chair to the side of Claire's bed and sat down, clumsily.

"You okay?" Eve asked.

"I'm fine. Stop asking."

"Jeez, I was just trying to see if you were okay," she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I said that I'm fine."

A knock on the door stopped them. "Come in." Claire called. The doctor who had sewed her arm came in. He was a thin, graying man, but he was really nice. His name was like Dr. Reed, or something like that.

"I just wanted to let you know your MRI results came back. Just a small concussion. I would say we can send you home, but no ones leaving. I can take you off of the IV, though, if you would like," he said.

Claire nodded eagerly, holding her arm out to him, as he removed tape and tubes from her arm. He tried to make friendly conversation, telling Claire about his son who would be going to Caltech next year.

"I told him," Dr. Reed was saying, "living alone is hard. Especially when you're so far away-"

Shane coughed, and was wheezing a little bit.

The doctor looked up from Claire's arm and asked, "You okay, son?"

"Fine." Shane sounded breathless.

"Alright, stand up," Dr. Reed told Claire, pulling her up gently. When she was up he asked, " How're you feeling?"

"A little dizzy, but I'm okay."

"Okay, dizziness is normal. If your vision starts getting blurry, let me know."

Claire felt Shane stand up behind her and he rested his hand on her shoulder. He said, "We'll take care of her, Doc." His voice was shaky. She felt his hand go limp and his weight against her. She spun around, just as Eve yelled, "Shane!"

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