~Noelle~
The hall stretched on for what must have been miles, or it felt like that to me. Every path we walked made me feel queasy. I kept throwing a look back every now and then to check on Micah. She was in a state of emptiness. Just walking behind us without any of her sass. Which made me feel anger and hate, towards myself for getting her involved in this situation. Clearly, this doctor knows what he's doing. He's too smart for me to just rip apart, and move on. Even if I did kill him, who's the day that he won't find his way back?
It worries me how happy he looks. A little bit too happy.
After another hour passed by, I made the decision to ask him questions. What was there to lose? He could either answer my questions, or he could flat out refuse. There were only two outcomes.
