When I wake up again, I feel moderately stronger, and I remember some of the nightmares I had during the night.
“Can I please see my brother?” I ask Lucas when he brings me a sandwich and a bowl of soup. “I’d really like to talk to him.”
Lucas shakes his head. “You’re not well enough yet.”
“I’m fine. Please, I really need to talk to him.” I put my hand on Lucas’s thigh, feeling the hard muscle through the rough material of his jeans. “I just want to see him with my own eyes.”
“I don’t want you to tire yourself out,” Lucas says, but I can tell he’s wavering.
“How about this?” I push myself up to a straighter sitting position. “I’ll eat, and then if I don’t fall back asleep, you’ll let him come by. Just for a little while. Please, Lucas.”
His eyes narrow. “You’ll eat, and I’ll think ab
