XXII- "You're Rogue?"

"You look like shit," Greyson announced, walking into Indianna's room the next evening.

"Thanks."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Wonderful," he said. "Did you know a teacher turned up at school today. I was starting to wonder if they were a myth."

"How interesting," Indianna yawned and brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. Greyson closed the door to Indianna's room with his foot and chucked his bag on the floor. In a few strides he was at the window and he opened it wide. "Thanks," Indianna said. "I was getting hot."

"I know. I'm in your head," Greyson shrugged. "Have you eaten today?"

Indianna attempted to sit up right in her bed, but her weak attempts were useless and Greyson was by her side in an instant; putting pillows behind her and lifting her up. "Yeah. I threw it up."

Greyson sighed and shook his head. "Have you managed to keep any food down since you started being sick?"

"No."

"Fuck," Greyson muttered. "Try and eat something later?"

"If I'm just going to thro