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nodded. “There are lots of others, but what’s important now is that you’re doing great in the testing, and meeting the others won’t be too far away. I know you must be lonely. I’m really sorry. But maybe it helps to know that everyone is in the same boat. Things will get better soon, though. I promise.” She started to close the door, but Thomas stopped it again.
    “How long?” he asked, embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. “How much longer will I be alone?”
    “Just…” She sighed. “Like I said. Not much longer. Maybe a year.”
    Thomas had to whip his hand away before she slammed the door on it. He ran over and crumpled onto the bed, trying to hold in his tears.
    A year.

224.3.12 | 7:30 a.m.
    A knock on his door, early morning. It had become as routine as clockwork. Same time, but not always the same face. Yet he knew who he hoped it to be—the nicest doctor he’d met so far. By a long shot. The same one who’d taken him to see the chancellor two months earlier. Unfortunately, it usually
wasn’t
her.
    But when he opened the door today, there she stood.
    “Dr. Paige,” he said. He didn’t know why he liked her so much—she just put him at ease. “Hi.”
    “Hi, Thomas. Guess what?”
    “What?”
    She gave him a warm smile. “You’re going to be seeing a lot more of me from here on out. I’ve been assigned to you. And to you only. What do you think of that?”
    He was thrilled—he already felt comfortable with her, even though they’d only met a few times. But all that came out to show his excitement was “Cool.”
    “Cool indeed.” Another grin that seemed as genuine as Ms. Denton’s. “There are a lot of good things on your horizon.
Our
horizon.”
    He barely stopped himself from saying “Cool” again.
    She motioned toward the rolling tray at her hip. “Now, how about some breakfast?”
    He didn’t know how she did it, but when Dr. Paige took Thomas’s blood, he didn’t even feel the prick of the needle piercing his skin. Usually one of her assistants did the deed, but every once in a while she took care of it herself. Like today.
    As he watched the blood slide down its tube, he asked, “So, what’re you learning about me?”
    Dr. Paige looked up. “Pardon?”
    “With all these tests you run. What’re you learning? You never tell me anything. Am I still immune? Is my information helping you? Am I healthy?”
    The doctor sealed off the vial and took the needle out of Thomas’s arm. “Well, yes, you’re helping us a lot. The more we can learn about how your body, your health…Just by studying you and the others, we’re discovering
what
to study. Where to focus our efforts on finding a cure. You’re as valuable as they say you are. Every one of you.”
    Thomas beamed a little.
    “Are you just telling me this to make me feel good?” he asked.
    “Absolutely not. If we’re going to stop this virus, it’ll be because of you and the others. You should be proud.”
    “Okay.”
    “Now, let’s get you on the treadmill. See how quickly we can get your heart rate over one fifty.”
    —
    “This drastically changed people’s everyday lives, connecting society in a way that had never…”
    Ms. Landon—a small, mousy lady with perfect teeth—was describing the cultural impact of cellular technology when Thomas raised his hand to get her attention. He was desperately bored. Everyone knew the cultural impact of cellular technology.
    “Uh, yes?” she asked, stopping midsentence.
    “I thought we were going to talk about the invention of the Flat Trans soon.”
    “Did I say that?”
    “I think you did. Anyway, it just seems a little more interesting than…this stuff.” Thomas smiled to take away the sting of his words.
    Ms. Landon folded her arms. “Who’s the teacher here?”
    “You are.”
    “And who knows best what we should talk about each day?”
    Thomas smiled again; for what reason, he had no idea. He liked this lady, no matter how boring she got.