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“You did pass chem last year, didn't you?”
Simon flipped him the finger. “Okay, genius, what's your idea?”
“I'll think about it. We should get her off those meds. I don't really care what that ghost wants, but he could be useful. As long as we have a willing subject, Chloe should take advantage of it, so she can lear
n. It's not like she's going anywhere soon… unless they ship her off. ”
Simon shot him a look. “Not funny, bro. ”
Derek raked his fingers through his wet hair. “Not trying to be funny. Seeing ghosts isn't easy to hide. It's not like casting spells. After this morning, with Dr. Davidoff and Gill, I caught some of their conversation later—” Derek glanced at me. “I was walking by and heard—”
“She knows about your hearing, bro. ” Derek scowled at Simon, who only shrugged and said, “She figured it out. She's not stupid. Anyway, you overheard…”
He stopped, head lifting. “Someone's coming. ”
“Boys? Chloe?” Mrs. Talbot called from the stairs. “Snack time. Come on down. ”
Simon called back that we were coming.
“Just a sec,” I said. “You heard the doctors talking. What about?”
“You. And whether Lyle House is the right place for you. ”
Twenty-five
WAS DEREK TRYING TO scare me? A few days ago I would have said yes, without hesitation. But now I knew it was only honesty. He'd heard it, so he passed it on, with no attempt to soften the blow because the thought wouldn't cross his mind.
But it did make me all the more determined to get at least one question answered when the nurse popped her head in to announce lights-?out.
“Mrs. Talbot?”
“Yes, dear?” she said, peeking back in.
“Can we call Liz yet? I'd really like to talk to her. To explain about that last night. ”
“There's nothing to explain, dear. Liz is the one who feels horrible about it, frightening you like that. I'm sure you can call her on the weekend. "
“This weekend'?”
She slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her. “The other doctors tell me Liz is having some difficulty adjusting. ”
Rae popped up from bed. “What's wrong?”
“It's called post-?traumatic stress. That last night here was very difficult for her. The doctors in her new hospital don't want her reminded of it. ”
“What if I don't mention it?”
“Even talking to you will be a reminder, dear. By Sunday, they say she should be fine. Next week at the latest. ”
Fingers of dread plucked at me.
Not now, dear.
Maybe next weekend.
Maybe next week.
Maybe never.
I glanced at Rae, but pictured Liz instead, perched on the edge of the bed, wriggling her toes, purple and orange giraffes dancing.
Dead Liz.
Ghost Liz.
That was ridiculous, of course. Even if I could dream up a reason why Lyle House would want to kill kids, what about their families? These weren't street kids and runaways. They had parents who would notice if they vanished. Notice and care.
Are you so sure? What about Rae's parents? So attentive, always calling and coming by to see her? And Simon and Derek's dad? The Invisible Man?
I rolled onto my side and wrapped my pillow around my ears, as if that could stifle the voice.
Then I remembered what Simon had said earlier. Astral projecting. There was a race of supernaturals who could leave their bodies and teleport. Could necromancers see those teleporting spirits, too? I bet they could—that spirit would be the part that left the body, at death or during this astral projecting.
So that's what Liz was. A . . . what did he call it? Shaman. She was astral-?projecting here and I was seeing her. That could explain why I could see and hear her, but not the ghosts. It might also explain the poltergeist. Liz was doing that projecting stuff without realizing it, and throwing things around.
That had to be the answer. It had to be.
* * *
“Here,” Derek whispered, pressing an empty Mason jar into my hand. He'd pulled me aside after class and we were now standing at the base of the boy's staircase. “Take this up to your room and hide it. ”
“It's a… jar. ”
He grunted, exasperated that I was so dense I failed to see the critical importance of hiding an empty Mason jar in my room.
“It's for your urine. ”
“My what?”
He rolled his eyes, a growl-?like sound sliding through his teeth as he leaned down, closer to my ear. “Urine. Pee. Whatever. For the testing. ”
I lifted the jar to eye level. “I think they'll give me something smaller. ”
This time he definitely growled. A quick glance around. Then he reached for my arm before stopping short and waving me onto the steps. He took them two at a time and was on the landing in a flash, then glowered back at me, as if I was dawdling.
“You took your meds today, right?” he whispered.
I nodded.
“Then use this jar to save it. ”
“Save… ?”
“Your urine. If you give them some of today's tomorrow, it'll seem like you're still taking your meds. ”
“You want me to… dole it out? Into specimen jars?”
“Got a better idea?”
“Um, no, but . . . ” I lifted the jar and stared into it.
“Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me. ”
Simon peeked around the corner, brows lifted. “I was going to ask what you guys were doing, but hearing that, I think I'll pass. ”
Derek shooed me down the stairs. I tucked the jar into my knapsack. I'd really rather not use it, but if I squirmed at the thought of stockpiling urine, it would only prove I was the flighty girlie girl he expected.
