“Wheat? Wheat!”
For a second, Wheat was confused, but then he recognized Laurie’s voice. Laurie sounded worried. About him? That was nice.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. I told you not to fall asleep.”
“I didn’t.”
Laurie made a scoffing sound.
“I didn’t mean to. How long were you gone?” Wheat noticed Laurie no longer had a sweat jacket tied around his waist, although the knife was still in his belt.
“About fifteen minutes.”
“So no harm done.”
“We can hope. At least your brains aren’t spilling out of your head.”
“I’m okay.” A fat raindrop fell on his face mask, right onto his nose. “Ugh.”
“s**t. Come on, we’ve got to get inside before we wash away.” Laurie helped Wheat to his feet, then hooked an arm through the straps of the backpack and hoisted it up onto a shoulder.
Wheat gave
