Chapter 18

(Dylan’s POV)

All through the time when I work, I really don’t work. It’s my body that does the work. Especially when it’s something purely physical as it is right now, my body just does it, without any inclination of my mind or any form of premeditation of any sort. Just putting my two hands in front of me gets them to do whatever my subconscious thinking tells them to do, which is probably the right thing to do.

Right now, my brain is purely fixated on one thing…one person. Ava.

Is she alright?

Does she need a doctor?

Shouldn’t I have told her to go to the medical bay first?

All these questions run through my mind, and then some. At this point, though, the bitter fact is that there’s nothing I can do at the moment but worry and it terrorizes m, because worrying is equivalent to doing nothing, if not completely worse.

Still, it’s all there is to do. I lost the right to go into her room and check on her the day she told me we weren’t built t