Driving Dale to my place hadn't been hard. Same with taking him to the spare room (a job done by the workers).
Once he was laid in bed, and they left with a bow, I turned to him with a glare.
This was literally the second time I will be handling a drunk Dale, in less than a month.
That was really contradicting my avoiding him at all cost mission.
Just as I was about to turn, Dale's muttered plea rang. "Someone... save her."
My brows fell, because he still looked unconscious.
It was like he was having a visual dream. No, more like a nightmare, hands taking hold of the sheets in a tight grip.
"Save..." he muttered again, sweat breaking on his forehead.
Without a second though, I moved to take the space beside him on the bed, worry wrapping around me as I grabbed his huge hand in my s
