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But this one is the best one.He started pacing his small bedroom.I don’t get it. I have the best grades in the class. It’s not likeyouwere applying for the fellowship.
I ignored his jab because of how upset he was.You can’t let it get to you. There will be other opportunities.
And they picked David Tobin!His voice was growing in volume as the color of his face turned a shade closer to purple.How could they pick that asshole? I mean, what the hell is wrong with them? Seriously?
Cam was almost shouting now, but I didn’t genuinely know how upset he was until his fist flew into the wall of his room.
The plaster crunched under his knuckles, giving way to create a fist-sized crater in the wall. He yelped and yanked his hand away, while I jumped off the bed. For a moment, I wasn’t sure whether to flee or see if he was okay. But the color in his face had returned to normal, and he wasn’t shouting anymore. He was just cradling his hand.
I ended up having to drive him to the emergency room to get x-rays of his hand, which thankfully did not show a fracture. While I was driving him home at two in the morning with his right hand in a splint, he hung his head and said to me,I’m sorry I overreacted like that, Amy.
At least he was embarrassed about the whole thing and he did apologize. It wasn’t the first time I saw that flash of anger. Most of the time, Cam did manage to keep his temper under wraps, but it was there. Lingering under the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
So the last thing I want to do is piss him off.
“Looking for your buddy?”
I shouldn’t be surprised to see Jade standing at the doorway to the next room. 905. She is still wearing those pink sweatpants and the tank top, with no bra underneath. She looks amused by my inability to find Cameron.
“He’s here somewhere,” I mumble.
“Maybe he wised up,” she says. “Maybe he got the hell out of here before something really bad happens.”
I look up sharply. “What are you talking about?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. There’s something in the air tonight. Something is going to happen. Don’t you feel it?”
Do I?
“I guess you need to spend a little more time on psych units to know the feeling,” Jade says.
“Yeah,” I mutter.
Her blue eyes skim over my body, making me squirm. She knows me in the way that only somebody who has been your best friend since kindergarten can know you. “I can’t believe you never ended up seeing a shrink.”
“It was unnecessary.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Are you really going to say that to me with a straight face?”
I don’t say anything to that comment.
“You know,” she says, “these things don’t just go away on their own. Once you’re seeing things that aren’t there and hearing voices, they never just go away.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say tightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find Cameron.”
I can feel her eyes on me as I walk away. God, I wish she weren’t here tonight. She knows way too much about me. And if she were to tell Cameron or Dr. Beck…
It doesn’t matter. They wouldn’t believe her anyway.
I continue down the hallway until I get to the end, where the two seclusion rooms are located. Miguel still hasn’t quite settled down—he’s belting out an off-key version of “I Touch Myself” within the room. But at least he’s not screaming that Damon Sawyer is going to kill us.
As for Damon Sawyer, he is completely silent. It is, in fact, the first time I have walked past this room and not heard any sound coming from inside. He’s not begging me to let him out. He’s not throwing himself against the door.
But the keypad is still glowing green. He’s still locked in there.
Right?
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