[Carmen]
On Monday, Rock went to work and I worked from home. He made up some lunch for me to serve to Austin later on, so he could have meat that was cooked. I was grateful for that. I still couldn’t reach the stove and the kitchen wouldn’t be finished until December.
I kept the office door, and Austin’s door, open so I could hear if he needed me. After breakfast, Rock had taken him to and from the bathroom, carrying him instead of trying to support him. It was better for him to keep weight off his leg until the tendons and stuff healed.
Around eleven, I heard Austin’s breath quicken, as if he was panicking. I went to his room and spread out my magic. He was thrashing in his bed. I quickly went to his bedside and worked on soothing him. Rather than calming, he startled awake and trie
