Chapter Five
My vision blurs. My heartbeat speeds. Did I hear correctly?
“I’ve been…having bad dreams,” he says softly. “The last couple of nights, since I stopped taking the painkillers. I know it’s…childish of me.”
“No, it’s not.” I sneer inwardly at myself for hesitating and causing him embarrassment. “Of course I don’t mind. I’ve been having bad dreams too.”
His eyes widen. “Have you?”
I nod. Every night I wake up at some point in a sweat, jerked out of sleep by the ghastly image of Jun being knifed. Of course, I won’t tell him this. “Yeah.”
He lets out a small breath. “Thank you. I wouldn’t ask, but…every night now they wake me up. I’ve been wanting to ask you to stay in here. You’ve just already done so much for me.” Shyly, he looks down.
“It’s no problem at all. I’m happy
