/Jane/
The feeling of nausea rising in my throat prompted me to clamp one palm over my lips and force myself out of his arms. I stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, barely making it before I spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. While I was unwell, Kurt caressed my back and spoke in hushed tones to make me feel better. I pressed on his legs while pointing to the door, indicating that he should exit the room.
Getting a washcloth and soaking it before putting it over the back of my neck, as I wailed and screamed, he declared, "I'm not leaving you like this."
When I couldn't take any more air, I clamped my eyes shut. What's the deal with that one? Why was it necessary for it to be that dream? This was the worst dream I'd ever had, aside from seeing Sam die on that f
