He keeps jerking awake when his head flops to his chest, but he won’t be able to keep it up for much longer. He mumbles something incoherent, so I don’t respond. His head rolls back onto the headrest, his eyes closed. This time, he doesn’t flinch awake. Perfect. I squeeze out of Gabby’s arms and lower myself onto the hospital floor, pleasantly surprised by how clean it appears. I swear the dust in the attic is bigger than me. “Libby!” I tug on the professor’s coat that’s hanging by the chair leg. “Libby! Are you awake?” Libby pops her head out of the professor’s pocket like an excited puppy. “Ella!” “Hey.” I raise a finger to my lips to hush her. “Do you want to come and find Lisa with me? She ran off and the professor doesn’t want to look for her.” Libby nods and awkwardly climbs from his pocket, falling onto her head.
