“Hey! You are supposed to be resting Peter!” I scold him as I go over and lead him back to the room.
“It’s a witch’s storm.” He repeats. He seems out of it; I say nothing and just lay him back in bed.
“Mmmhm, okay. Lay here do not get up again. You are not ready yet.” I say as I stand next to him. His eyes keep looking around, like he is afraid. I reach out and touch his hand and he jump back scared.
“Whoah, hey. I’m not here to hurt you, do you want me to go?” I ask and he just stares at me for a long moment. I take that as my queue to exit the room, so I turn to leave. He startles me by grabbing my hand, he holds it like I am his protector. That warm feeling came back, and I move instinctively to him and st down on the chair next to him.
“Pl..please don’t leave me.” He whispers. My
