I moaned in a sort of contentment trying to pull myself from sleep as I felt Carls fingers tangle into my hair.
“Honey.” He said gently, “how are you feeling now?” he asked sounding as tentative as his gentle fingers. I sighed gently,
“Better.” I said gently forcing my eyes open and giving him a half hearted attempt at a smile.
“And Derek?” he asked true concern under his bruised features, I pushed myself up to sitting,
“I don’t know.” I said tentatively I hated confessing this. “I… he’s alive.”
“Are you sure?” I shrugged,
“Surely I would know that.” I said though I knew it was a plea. Carl gave me a tiny smile and nodded he didn’t know that he was simply trying to make me feel better but it didn’t work. I lifted my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs holding them
