I wake up, but this time I’m not in a meadow, nor my home, or even the tent. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place before. My head hurts and my whole body is aching. I turn my head to see Seth in a chair next to the bed I’m in that’s a bit too small for him, his legs outstretched and his head tilted to the side as he sleeps, but his hand is holding mine.
He looks so tired, even while sleeping. He’s wearing dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, but he didn’t bother to tuck it in. He’s not wearing any shoes, and that seems so odd for him. His hair is down and a bit of a mess, and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days. He always looks so put together, this seems so very strange from him. How long have I been asleep?
I look at my arms and there’s an IV hooked to one and s
