Otsana
“Ahhh!” I screamed. My chest heaved as my heart raced, and I stared at him in shock.
“What the hell is going on? I saw you thrashing on the bed. Are you in pain? Do you need medication?” he asked, grabbing my shoulders. I stared at him, still trying to catch my breath.
“Sarah!” he yelled. I shook my head, finally able to reply.
“You scared the hell out of me!” I said once I could speak, still recovering from the shock.
“Scared you? You really worried me. Did you know I had to sit here and watch you for almost an hour?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“Why were you watching me while I slept? You should have let me groan in peace. I was fine—until I woke up to see you right in my face. I could have had a heart attack.”
“But you didn’t,” he said. “It seems you were having a nigh
