When I woke up several hours later, I was shocked to find myself in Holden’s bed. In fact, if the man himself hadn’t been standing there with a tray containing scrambled eggs, juice, and a pill bottle, I would have thought I was imagining things. That the drugs—though I kept insisting they weren’t that strong—had somehow given me hallucinations of my fantasy come to life.
“Hey, there,” Holden said with a soft voice and an even softer smile. “I made eggs. I know they aren’t very exciting, but I figured it should be easy on your stomach and we can ease into heartier foods.”
I nodded, trying to smile my thanks and push myself upright at the same time. Holden quickly set the tray on the bedside table and moved to help. I winced as something in my stomach pulled, then I went completely still.
