"You should have said something...made some type of noise."
Callie pretended not to hear him as he sat at the foot of his bed, which he had placed her in after bathing her a little while ago. He had a bowl of soup in his hand and was stirring a spoon in it as he waited for it to cool. She supposed he calls himself going to feed it too her like she had a cold or something.
She had fallen asleep or fainted again in the bath tub and she woke up thinking better and more clearly. She knew it wasn't Davison's fault she was locked in the 'there' this time, but she still blamed him for it. For her overwhelming fear of it all.
She was exhausted, it took too much energy for her to keep her eyes open, so she didn't. Instead leaned further back into the soft pillow s on Davison's bed, not even both
