I wake up just in time to see Kelsey go into Oliver’s room, and in my half-awake state I think that one nice thing about being in isolation and being sick is that I don’t have to talk to anyone. Not that I could stay awake long enough to have a normal conversation anyway. I really want to know what’s going on with them, with the hashtag. I know they’re dating, but I don’t know how much advice Oliver has followed from the girl handbook. I wonder if he’s played with her hair yet. I remember what it felt like when Oliver ran his fingers through my hair. But he’s got a girlfriend now, I remind myself. And I’m not the kind of girl who flirts with other girls’ boyfriends. That’s not my thing.

I look across the hallway again, but someone, probably Kelsey, closed the curtain. I wonder what they’re doing. Maybe they’re watching a movie together. Maybe they’re playing a really intense card game. Or maybe they’re staring longingly into each other’s eyes, just like I told Oliver to do.

There is a part of me that hopes he isn’t taking my advice.

I fall asleep trying to think of the last movie I watched.