I remembered everything.

They both looked at me, dumbfounded.

“You do?” Lance asked, moving close to me.

I felt something trickling down my nose, placing my hands on it, I flat my own hot blood.

Immediately, I wiped it off. Lance saw it and he was everything but happy about it.

“Why is she bleeding?” Lance asked Dorcas. They both never really got along well.

“She is not supposed to–“

“You said you knew what you were doing,” Lance interrupted her.

“She remembers it doesn’t she, Hayley are you ill, you should not be bleeding,” Dorcas said to me.

My nose bled again and I wiped it off. There was...