Taylor’s P.O.V.
Nico had been asleep almost constantly for hours and hours. A part of me, the rational part of me, wanted to wake him up and ask him if there wasn’t anyone we needed to call, to let them know what had happened to him. He probably had a family out there who were worried sick about him and his whereabouts right about now. They had a right to know where he was and how he was doing. At least to let them know that he was still alive.
Why hadn’t he asked me to call someone?
Doesn’t he have anyone to call?
But the other part of me, the dreamy part of me, was actually happy that he was still here and sleeping inside my bedroom. That I had been able to take care of him like he was my own little personal project. He seemed fine, despite the fact that he was sleeping most of the t
