I wake for what feels like the tenth thousand time and I’m in Grayson's arms still. I vaguely remember constantly waking up screaming after the nightmares, Grayson telling me I was fine, and then I was running to the toilet. Last night wasn’t as bad though, I had nightmares twice, but I wasn’t sick. Somehow it wasn’t as bad as the first night.
“How do you feel?” He looks at me waiting.
How do I feel? “Lost.” That is all I feel right now.
“Do you think you could eat, even something small?” He looks at me and I nod. “Okay, I got Ashton to bring in some of your stuff, so if you have the energy, get a shower, change clothes and such.” He points to the chair and walks out.
Moving slowly, I get out of bed and walk to the chair, grabbing the things I go into his bathroom. I feel weak, too wea
