We returned to Elias’s pack around two am. I had fallen asleep drooling all over his shoulder, and he’d carried me to bed. I’d woken up when he’d picked me up, but I couldn’t lie; after the day I had I enjoyed being babied, maybe just a little too much and let him carry me.
Over the next few days, I pretty much stayed in bed. My body was sore and for some reason, I was so, so tired. All I could do was sleep, roll over, and go back to sleep. I don’t think I even got out of bed to pee until I literally thought I was going to wet myself. I think Elias was actually getting a little worried about me, because he sent a doctor, a pretty middle aged woman with glasses, in to check on me.
She’d checked my vitals while asking me what had happened. When I told her, she’d held my hand and told me
