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We both swivelled around, searching the room in unison. Elijah found them on the floor and threw them at me.
“Get behind the door,” he said, giving me a quick kiss and bum squeeze, before moving toward the door.
As he put his hand on the handle, I grabbed my bag and flattened myself against the wall, hoping Nurse Turner didn’t come in.
“You feeling better?” I heard Nurse Turner ask Elijah as he stood in the doorway.
“Much. Just needed those tablets and a nap, I think.”
“That’s good. Now, here’s two more tables should you need them, but I think you’ll be okay to go to your next lesson. What is it?”
Elijah coughed over what I recognised was a chuckle.
“Biology, Nurse Turner.”
“Okay, well off you go.”
Ten minutes after that, I was slipping into my seat in business studies when my mobile buzzed with a text.
Eijah: Fucking love you. Best headache ever! xoxo
