June

We finish eating and start heading back, walking side by side down the bright hospital corridor. Hermes is practically hovering beside me, an excited smile tugging at his lips.

"Lunch was great, right?" he says, almost bouncing.

I give a faint smile. "I don't think I can say that."

He stops abruptly, stepping in front of me.

"Why? The food was great. It didn't even taste like hospital food."

I cross my arms, tilting my head. "Well, the person who bought the food wasn't even present. ...