Chapter 67: Feeling Like Garbage

After a bit, Eliana strolled out with boiled eggs in hand and plopped them in front of Chase. "Feeling any better?" "Nah, feeling like garbage," Chase mumbled between slurps of soup, his nose sounding like a trumpet. Checking out his pale face, Eliana couldn't quite put her finger on the vibe. They weren't exactly tight like family, but they'd been through some stuff together. And he'd taken a hit for her. "Where's the meds? Let me see if you've been popping them right." "In my room..." Chase was about to say she could check herself, but then remembered the virus in his room. No way was he letting her in there. "I'll grab 'em later." To Eliana, it sounded like Chase was locking her out on purpose. What, did he have gold bars or gourmet snacks stashed in there? She'd already explained that last time's blow-up was just drunken nonsense. Why couldn't he trust her? "Suit yourself." Eliana pretended she couldn't care less and sauntered over to her computer, checking her messages. Ju