In the dorm room, the two girls eyed the now sleeping Ciaran skeptically. She laid there sleeping fitfully, fingers twitching and body shuddering every few minutes.
“Wonder what made her flip out,” muttered Doran thoughtfully.
Nolan looked at Ciaran with a worried frown forming between her dark brows. “Guess we should check her stuff.” She paused. “I don’t think she does drugs, but it sure seemed like she was on something.”
Carefully, Nolan removed Ciaran’s fanny pouch and handed it over to Doran. “You look through that. I’m gonna go through her pockets.”
Doran nodded. “Alright.”