***NAT POV***
I let Phil sleep until 7:45 that morning. At 7:30, Aly linked me saying that the rest of the crew was finally starting to wake up, and because of the incredibly strenuous “activities” the rest of the group had gotten themselves up to, the calories needed were in the thousands. I was anticipating there being a massive feast of breakfast foods in the dining hall.
I gently woke up Phil with kisses to his forehead, neck, and marking spot. He looked really happy to be woken up like that, and when I told him what it was for, his eyes lit up.
“I don’t have the strength to walk to breakfast, but I just linked Dr. Richards and he told me that I can have oatmeal and juice with my wounds, so I’m happy with that,” Phil said. “Can you help me get into my wheelchair?”
“Absolutely,
