VIIWHEN I WOKE, I HAD fallen against the wall of that bunkhouse again. I didn't know how long I had been out.
Trimble the wood nymph was himself asleep, his breathing coming out as a cute little snore. I had gotten fond of him, despite his "Nature's gift to all females" attitude.
His arm had fallen off to the side of the bunk. Since the last thing I'd been aware of was his touch, I grabbed the spiral notebook off my lap and moved to crouch down beside the bunk and use that notebook to push his arm over to the bunk.
I'd fallen asleep like that before, and he didn't need to have that discomfort to deal with on top of healing his leg.
Then I pulled the blanket over his chest and arms. He'd have a crick in his neck, maybe, from the angle he was laying on that pillow, but I didn't want to r
